The Bus Accident
by
The_Curmudgeon
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This is a detailed short story about an incident mentioned in Book 3 of the trilogy mentioned below. This story is told twice, the first chapter is by Allen who founded the It's A Boys' Life Foundation and built the group foster home utilizing about 9,100 words. The second chapter is by Tyler, a fourteen-year-old boy whose parents were injured in the accident. His story goes into a lot more detail of what happens among the boys. His level of detail uses 21,700 words.
Names of the characters are at the bottom of the story.
This all happens years after Book 3 of the trilogy has taken place. If you have not read those first you'll miss the background and character development, but feel free to continue reading this story it is mostly self-contained.
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I'm Allen Jeffries. I founded the It's A Boys' Life Foundation which includes a seventeen-bedroom group home for hard-to-place boys. Hard-to-place, mostly because they're older than the magic age of adoptability, but some are gay and in Texas, gay makes you unadoptable, i.e. hard-to-place. Oh yeah, we're all nudists too.
We are licensed for twelve boys, but frequently we exceed that number with `emergency placements.'
The foundation was started in 1981 when as a Scoutmaster; one of my boys was abandoned by his mother, leaving his care to me. I, as a single man, adopted that boy and the idea of a group home was born after I took in my first three foster boys Brian, and brothers Keith and Benny on a vacation to Hawaii. That story is Book 2 of the trilogy of three books: The Abandoned Boy Scout, Transition into A Family, and It's A Boys' Life Home.
We've been at this 14 years now, our two adopted children have left the nest, in fact all of our original boys, 2 adoptees and 11 full-time fosters have aged out of the system and are either working, or in their final years of college. All have been replaced with new hard-to-place boys multiple time over.
This incident takes place in a year when spring break was no longer associated with Easter. It started the last Friday of February and ran into March. We'd had a big December in Hawaii and had decided to only do local stuff with the kids' time off now, and do an expanded, three week trip in the summer.
The last thing you'd typically think about Texas is as the land of ice and snow, not even Texans who live here and occasionally have to live through it.
A church group out of Pleasanton, TX was caravanning to a retreat in Oklahoma City. Forty kids were in a retired school bus with two advisors alternating as the driver. Four more advisors were following along behind in a van pulling a U-Haul trailer with the group's luggage.
A freeze warning had been issued earlier in the evening, and we were spending a cozy evening at home, all four fireplaces in our great room were glowing with warm and inviting fires. Most of the kids were in the game room, that fireplace was going too. The rest of the kids were spread out around the house. None of them was venturing outside to swim tonight, even though the water was nice and warm. In short, we were all snug and warm.
The church bus drivers were being cautious; they traveled in the right lane at 50 mph, and switched drivers periodically to avoid fatigue. The drive is just over 500 miles, with their speed, and number of stops, a 14-hour trip with an overnight stay at an inexpensive hotel chain in Fort Worth, about half way.
In other words, they were doing everything right.
Approaching Waco, the driver noticed unexpected traffic ahead and took his foot off the accelerator. A semi passed him on his left doing 75, quickly leaving the bus behind. Up ahead, that semi plowed into the rear of another semi he had been following at a distance, since Austin.
The bus driver began breaking, pumping his brakes. He had correctly assumed there was ice on the highway. The bus slowed as the tires attempted to grip what was left of the pavement, till the pavement became a sheet of ice. Then he felt his bus sliding.
He had two choices, steer right for the shoulder, or slide straight into the truck directly ahead that was quickly growing in his windshield, left wasn't an option there were vehicles already there. He chose the shoulder and flipped on his blinker before attempting to ease the bus on to the graveled surface. He never got the chance to make that move as three semis following each other blew past the bus with horns blaring.
The first semi hit the roadside guardrail further up and toppled over it. The second semi ran into the back of the first, propelling it further off the road. That stopped him dead, but not before he sideswiped some stopped cars. The third semi drove off into the ditch on purpose, coming to a stop before gently falling over on its side. The bus driver whose name I learned later was Mel Haines, wisely decided to stay under control and take his chances with the truck ahead of him.
I was told his co-driver had kneeled next to him, offering encouragement, and asking God to spare the children.
The bus continued to slow, but was without traction, not quickly enough. At under 10 mph, the bus impacted the steel hauling semi carrying a load of rebar with the bundles extending out past the end of the trailer, little red flags dangling from the bundles of ½" steel bars, waving their useless warnings.
I was watched this on live television; I saw the three semis roar past the bus on the shoulder and crash. I watched as the hood of the bus went under the steel, then the steel truck's cargo entered the bus through the windshield. The front end of the bus then hit the hard back of the truck's trailer and came to an instant stop.
The following van's driver was inexperienced at pulling a trailer as well as driving on ice, the hitch gave evidence of that, it too was rented from U-Haul and was clamped to the van's bumper. He jerked the steering left hoping to avoid the bus. He only managed to fishtail the trailer
The trailer hit the back of the stopped bus and reversed the direction of the van's spin. The van/trailer combo spun across the lanes of the ice rink, and slammed the van sideways into the concrete median divider now facing the on-coming traffic. The van was almost immediately hit head-on, by an out-of-control Jeep trying to escape the ice by using the median. The escape route unfortunately, was blocked.
It was all over in a few minutes, behind them, there were a few more minor accidents, but further back the vehicles were able to stop, the road not yet fully frozen over.
Chanel 3 cut to a commercial. Mai called over the intercom, "Dinnertime!" Sixteen of us gathered around our mammoth dinner table.
Most of this, I saw happen live via News Chopper 3. They were actually broadcasting live images when the bus became involved. I then added details later as told by the survivors and additional news stories.
The accident made the national news; a 124-vehicle pile-up is nationally noteworthy.
The highways were shut down as the freezing rain continued to fall. We gathered around TVs and I ended up with 9-year-old Alex in my lap watching Wheel Of Fortune while he had me fondling his penis, much like Benny used to like, except Alex wanted to get his tingles as many times as possible, at every sitting. To facilitate that, I used two hands, one under his butt, which allowed my middle finger to play with his anus, and the other hand to manipulate his immature penis.
Maybe two hours after the accident I got a call on my new cell phone, caller id showed it was Phillip Patton, my friend and contact at Child Protective Services (CPS) but I only had one bar, very unusual here at the house.
"Hello Phillip, how are you?"
"(crackle) (crackle) open the gate (crackle) accident (crackle) route 35 (crackle)."
"You're breaking up Phillip, I can barely hear you."
"(silence) (crackle) 20 minutes (crackle, crackle) five kids," and the call disconnected.
I made some assumptions based on the few words I could hear. I dumped Alex in the lap of one of my older boys and went to the intercom. "Listen up everyone. Looks like Phillip is headed our way with five kids for the night." It wasn't unusual for kids to arrive after dinner, but five kids were more than the usual number, but we could easily accommodate them.
Twenty minutes later, we heard a horn of a large vehicle in the driveway. The security cameras showed a large black bus with bars on the windows. I opened the gate and we went to investigate. The bus had `Department of Corrections' lettering on the side.
As per our normal procedure, Keona and I had dressed to receive our new guests. When the bus was inside our gate, we went out the door nearest the driveway at the end of the residential section to meet them.
There were no prisoners, just a whole busload of scared church kids, who had been through a traumatic experience. "Sorry about the bus, it was the only vehicle I could find on short notice. Can I borrow your Suburban? I need to pick up five more from the hospital. I handed over my keys without question. "I thought I heard you tell me you were bringing five!"
"No, thirty-five. We had a shitty connection; I couldn't hear you at all. They're probably only here for the night, they're from Pleasanton. We should be able to get their parents here tomorrow. This kid seems to know what's going on and knows everyone," Phillip said pointing to an older boy in the second row with two younger boys. As Phillip took off for the hospital, I yelled after him, "Drive carefully!"
Keona and I were left there, standing at the front of a prison bus, staring at slightly more than five children, and them staring at us.
A small boy seated in the front row, looked up to me, and tugged on my pant leg. "Where are we mister?" the adorably cute 7 or 8-year-old boy asked.
He jolted me to action, and I picked him up, balancing him on my hip. "Welcome to It's A Boys' Life group foster home. Let's get you all inside. I carried the small boy in my arms. The older kid took his seatmate's hand and followed us inside. The rest followed along. "Have you guys eaten?" I asked the child I was carrying.
"Nuh-uh," was all he replied.
"Would you like something to eat?" He nodded slowly in the affirmatively.
With everyone off the bus, the corrections officer backed the bus out and departed.
"Malea! Mai! We need you!" I called as we rounded the corner entering the great room by the kitchen.
I hadn't thought to ask our kids to put clothes on and the church kids were soon surrounded by my eleven naked boys offering help as they always did when new arrivals were dropped on us. I had them herd the children in groups around all four of the fireplaces in the great room, to get them warm.
Now in the light, we were able to assess each of the children. All were filthy, cold, and their clothes were between damp to wet, having come directly from the accident scene. The one in my arms was wet and transferred some of it to me. But it wasn't from the rain, he had peed in his pants and vomited on his lap from witnessing their adult leader who had been driving, have everything above his waist crushed by the rebar. His body had been cut in half and this little boy was sitting three feet away. Their second leader, who had been kneeling at his side was knocked to the floor, and the rebar scalped him. His injuries were survivable, but he was hospitalized.
"We need food." I told Malea and Mai as they met us by the kitchen.
"For how many?" Malea asked, only able to see a line disappearing back into the residential section.
"35, with 5 more on the way in about an hour." I said. I handed my small friend to the older boy asking him to take care of him. "What's your name son," I asked before taking off.
"Tyler, sir and this is my brother Dylan."
"Thanks Tyler, nice to meet you." I said taking off.
The group was just about evenly split in a boy to girl ratio, and covered the ages from 8 to 14 with the majority of then in the 11 to 13 junior high age group.
Keona and I stood on the ledge beside the large fireplace. "Welcome again to our home, my name is Allen Jeffries, and this is Keona Jeffries. Please call us by our first names. This part of the house is called the great room; the hallway through which you entered is the residential section.
"The women feeding are Malea and Mai. I hope that this will only be your home for just tonight. We need to get you all cleaned up before dinner. I have eleven foster boys and each of them is going to help you get your clothes cleaned, help you get showered, and find you something clean to wear if you want. I hope you young women who want to wear clothing, won't mind wearing boy's clothes for a little while, it's all we have. As you can see, we're all nudists here; you're welcome to join us. If you prefer to wear clothing, that isn't a problem. I just hope that our nudity isn't a problem for you for one night.
"First we're going to get your clothes in the wash, then get you into showers. Anyone who has any injuries will have them looked after. Please remove everything from your pockets and find a place out here where you can leave it till we get you some clean clothes, leave your shoes out here too. The washing machines are on the other side of this wall, so when you're ready head on over there, Keona will meet you there."
I quickly got to a landline, called Dr. Chris Young the home's pediatrician, and explained the situation. He knew about the accident and would be right over.
The children weren't moving much, just huddling around the fireplaces. Tyler was the first to begin to move; he took the stuff out of his pockets and took off his shoes. Then he helped the other children do the same and had them move to the washing machines.
Keona used a clothing marker pen to put each child's initials on every piece of their clothes. They were then paired, in mixed group, two boys and a girl, then two girls and a boy with one of our boys. That would put four children in each bedroom's shower.
While we were arranging the clothing and the showers, Malea called Phillip, "I need you to pick up five gallons of white and five gallons of chocolate milk on your way back."
The kids must have still been in a mild form of shock, because not a one of them complained when we took their clothes away to wash them, leaving them as naked as our own boys.
With our eleven boys, we had thirty-three of them in the showers. The small boy I had picked up earlier, I was able to sit on the dryer and remove his clothes before having to pick him back up. His friend who had been sitting next to him on the bus, were the last two remaining, and I took them to our bathroom for their shower. I found out during the shower that they were brothers, 8 year-old twins actually.
When they exited the showers, the instructions to my boys had been to help them find clothing no matter whose room you had to invade, unless you could talk them out of wearing clothes. I didn't think that would be very likely. My boys are well accustomed to encouraging nudity of their friends and newcomers. They did not force anyone to be naked that expressed a desire to wear clothes after their shower. Those that wished to remain nude did so of their own volition. I'm quite sure some were manipulated and convinced verbally by their bedroom host.
As they exited the bedrooms, they reported to the kitchen for a late dinner of salad, cream of tomato soup and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. Keona put the expansion panels in the table and brought in chairs from the classroom, game room and the patio. With the extra chairs, we were able to feed all thirty-five children simultaneously either at the table or the breakfast bar.
My boys helped Malea and Mai serve. What little milk we had was divvied out to the youngest children, the older ones got soda or water or ice tea.
Just as the first of them were finishing dinner, Phillip arrived in my Suburban with five more children from the hospital. They had been showered and fed at the hospital and treated for a variety of cuts to their heads, a broken arm, and a couple of broken ribs. But they still had on filthy clothes and were led to the washing machines. They came back naked, except for their slings and other bandages.
They had brought the milk Malea had requested, but couldn't carry it all, my boys went out and brought in the rest, relishing in the fact that they got to go out front naked, which they are not allowed to do.
Shortly after they arrived, Dr. Chris arrived. I had him set up over in the Classroom seating area, then announced to the group introducing him and that he was setting up to check out all the children's injuries. As they finished eating, they were to go see Dr. Chris. I told my boys that any injury they noticed in the showers was to be look at by the doctor immediately after eating.
Three of these five injurred kids had been standing in the aisle at impact. They were telling everyone about the doctors explaining Newton's law of motion that states in part, that an object in motion stays in motion, until acted upon by an outside object.
That was how they got injurred. When the bus stopped, they went flying, till they hit the floor or other immovable objects.
A couple of them were still hungry, and sat at the bar on the stools while waiting for their soup and sandwiches.
Phillip announced that the advisor who was driving the bus, Mr. Haines died on impact and Mr. Tilden had been injured, but was going to be ok. That set off the two little ones again into another crying fit. Malea came to the rescue and soothed and comforted them over on the couch in the video corner.
Phillip's announcement continued without specifics, but that all the adults traveling in the van had sustained moderate to severe injuries, but would also live. He asked who belonged to the various adults.
Tyler and Dylan raised their hands, as did a couple other boys. Tyler explained that Ronnie and Reggie the boys with Malea were Ray Tilden's sons.
"The two small children came up to me after sitting with Malea and tugged at my arm, "Is that an ice cream machine."
"Yes it is little ones. Would you like an ice cream cone?" I know, silly question, it's a habit of mine, but I enjoy asking them.
"Yes please. Can I have a chocolate one?"
"Me too," chimed his brother.
"Of course you can!" I said leading the boys over to the machine located just inside the kitchen. I helped the 8-year-olds get a cone and had them hold it as I controlled the thick flow filling the cone. As I turned back towards the great room, there was a line of more children waiting for their cone.
I quickly elicited the help of Jesse, our oldest at 17, to fulfill their ice cream requests. In addition to the cone dispenser, Malea brought out small cups, spoons, and the tray of ice cream toppings.
The ice cream machine quickly became a focal point of the children's desires. Somehow, that machine, with its seemingly unlimited supply of creamy treats, treated the children's shock and helped them return to normal. The great room was now abuzz with talking and laughter. When they first arrived, it had been very quiet.
When they were done with the doctor, we had the children call their parents or other relatives in the case of the children whose parents were in the hospital. "Let them know you're all right, make sure they're coming to pick you up tomorrow and know where to find you," we told them. I handed out our business cards so they would have our phone numbers and our address.
We had a limited number of landlines and four cell phones. A few of the older visitors also had cellular devices, and all were put to use so everyone could contact home. Ten of the children were only able to leave messages for their parents. Keona, Phillip, and I talked to several parents to give them driving directions. The parents were assured their children were safe and secure in a qualified foster home and could stay till they could safely arrive.
At 9:00, I started suggesting bedtime, especially for the youngest ones. I also noticed that more of the children were nude; undressing for the doctor must have freed some of their inhibitions. This is how it usually goes with new kids. They decide to go naked after what I call the reluctance period.
The groups of three children who showered with our boys assumed they were to stay in that boy's room for the night. That assumption worked perfectly, solving how we would put them up. The twin boys who were still clinging to me and one of the injured boys slept with me in our king bed. Keona then slept with the other four injured boys to have someone with them in Mark and Brian's old room, their queen and the hide-a-bed fit all five sufficiently.
Malea and Mai finished the laundry and sorted everything matching the initials.
The Polar Vortex induced ice storm raged all night, Phillip, who didn't have a car, stayed with us in the guest room. For breakfast, a few less children wore clothing as they had slept naked with our kids during the night, and stayed naked in the morning, matching their friends.
During the night, I discovered the relationship of the bus driver. Little Ronnie, sleeping with me experienced a recurring nightmare. Several times during the night, he called out for his grandpa. Ronnie witnessed his grandfather's death, his brother, Reggie, happened to be looking elsewhere at that moment. We missed the connection, because he was Ronnie's grandfather on his mother's side, thus a different last name. The co-driver, Raymond, was the driver's son-in-law.
Driving remained treacherous well into the afternoon. Our phones rang all morning as concerned parents called to talk with their children since they could not safely reach them. For the parents, we suggested they wait for tomorrow which had clear and warm weather predicted. CPS sent a driver to get Phillip, he was needed in the office.
In the daylight, the children discovered our pool. When they found out it was heated there was nothing we could do to hold them back. As long as they stayed in the 80° water, they were fine; the ambient temperature only reached a high 35°. We offered no swimsuits, nor were we asked for any, they all rightly assumed swimming was in the nude. After swimming, not one child put clothes on after coming inside.
Three of the five injured boys weren't allowed to swim, their cast, and bandages wouldn't allow it. Each had arrived with medication provided at the hospital and detailed instruction for pain management and infection control. Keona took charge of keeping them on schedule.
The TVs were on all day, and clips of the accident were aired multiple times, especially the shot when the bus hit the truck. The boys were good at distracting Ronnie and Reggie when that played.
They also discovered our video game corner, our game room, and the large theater screen that dropped from the ceiling with the projection system, and our large video library. But I thought what was most wonderful, was that they were discovering the joy of nudity. Every one of those forty children chose to go without clothing.
Today is Wednesday, day three of their stay with us. It's a three-hour drive from Pleasanton to McGregor, and parents were coming to pick up their children today. Phillip arrived around 7:00 a.m. in case some showed up early.
We knew there might be some objections so we decided to give the parents a mini-tour of the facility. This would also give them a glimpse of what it was like around here and more importantly what was, or was not worn inside the Home. Then they would be brought into my office last. From there, we could call for their child.
I instructed the children, mine included, that only an adult was to answer the door today, and today Keona and I dressed to receive guests as we usually do.
Even though today was Sunday, the first person to arrive was the senior pastor of the church; he relegated his Sunday morning pastoral duties to an associate pastor when he heard from a couple parents that their children had been taken into a den of nudists and perverts. He would have come eventually, his son, 12-year-old Martin was one of the retreat participants. He also wanted to be here to deflect any objections when the parents arrived.
The children were very pleased to see their pastor and crowded around him when we went out to join the kids for breakfast. Pastor David hugged each and every naked child, taking special care when hugging the boy with the broken ribs. He and Martin snuck off for some private worship time together. Apparently, they are very devout about their religion, Baptist I think.
The first parents arrived just before 10:00. Two sets of parents in a van, and another single parent following in a separate vehicle. We ended up in my office after the mini-tour. They even witnessed eight hardy children already outside in the pool. Today, Texas weather was back to normal and the high was predicted to reach 78°, but it wasn't there this early.
On the tour, I made special emphasis on the introduction of Malea and Mai, as the ladies whose herculean efforts had fed the additional 40 children.
In the office, Pastor David formally introduced Keona and me as the humanitarian champions that kept their children out of Juvenal Hall for two days. He stressed several times that we were the truest of heroes. Listening to him espouse our deeds was nothing short of embarrassing.
Given the children's names, I called for the three children over the intercom. Eighteen naked children showed up and crowded into my office. The parents of the three called all rushed to hug their children, ignoring their nudity as much as the children were. I was able to introduce my three boys that had taken on the duties of host for the three being picked up. They received hugs and thanks from the parents as well. The rest were just their church friends.
With all the legal release paperwork cleared up by Phillip, I suggested the three take their parents and show them where they had spent the last couple of nights. They got a more detailed tour of the game room and the pool area on the way to the residential section. In their rooms, they dejectedly put their clothes back on, for some the first time since getting the clothes washed on Friday night.
This scene repeated itself several times through the day. Mai had made a grocery run, and re-stocked our depleted pantry and stocked up on fresh food in time for lunch.
Several groups coordinated their trips; some arrived as soon as they could. Our fears were not realized, there were no major objections. Those that assumed the worst were pleasantly surprised by their naked children. One mother arrived at 9:30 p.m. driving up after getting off a 12-hour work shift. Keona and I refused to let her leave; she was falling asleep in my office talking with us. We put her in the guest room for the night, her son choosing to stay in his currently assigned room. They left after breakfast Monday morning.
We knew six of the boys, Dylan and Tyler; Travis and Luke; and Ronnie and Reggie, weren't going anywhere today with their parents still in the hospital. I promised them we would take them to visit tomorrow.
What did surprise us, was we still had five other children. Their four sets of parents never arrived. We had incorrectly assumed that all of the children had contacted their parents. These five were among those that left voicemails, but never actually talked with them.
We called them too, still no answer. Cell phones went straight to voicemail. Phillip spoke to the boys individually after dinner and pieced together that the four sets of parents scheduled a Mexico resort vacation to coincide with their children's church retreat.
That left us with eleven church children; Pastor David offered to have his wife drive up so they could take them all home, but since they were officially in the foster care system, it would take a family member to get them released. Pastor David, returned to his Pleasanton flock.
Phillip was able to locate some out-of-state relatives, but decided to leave them with us as a cost-effective short-term solution. Interestingly enough, all eleven children were boys.
Monday would start the children's visits to their hospitalized parents. The other five stranded boys, looking for something to do, wanted to go with their friends to see their advisors.
Starting Tuesday, everybody went, including my boys. We visited the hospital first, but my boys didn't go inside. After the daily visits, we took everybody out to a nice lunch, hitting some of the better lunch spots in Waco. Then we were off on to places of interest, the Dr. Pepper museum, the Brazos River Park, Cameron Zoo, and the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame.
We weren't expecting to hear from the parents who were on holiday in Mexico until late Friday and only see them Saturday morning. They received the text and voice messages on their cell phones, when they turned them on after landing in Dallas. They called while taxing in from the runway. Rather than catch their connecting flight to San Antonio, they rented a Ford 15-passenger van for the one-way trip from Dallas to San Antonio.
I called Phillip after talking with the parents informing him the eight missing parents were on their way from Dallas. They would be reaching McGregor after dinner. Phillip was there to meet them and complete his paperwork releasing the boys to their parents. They had called Pastor David on the drive from Dallas and had mostly been filled in on what to expect when they arrived at It's A Boys' Life Home.
When they arrived, their children greeted them in the manner they had spent the week, fully nude. The eight parents barely reacted and told us the resort in Mexican was clothing optional, and had spent their week naked as well. They then asked if it was permissible to join their children in the way they were dressed.
They took full blame for their absence. We dismissed their mea culpa as insignificant, and assured them our whole home was clothing optional for anyone.
They relieved themselves of their clothing right there in the great room, joining their children. Keona and I joined them, and Phillip excused himself, his work there was done.
We spoke for a couple hours about the accident and the tragedy of losing Mr. Haines, but how his driving skill and ultimate sacrifice, most likely saved many lives. Had he panicked, or attempted to change lanes onto the shoulder without signaling, who knew how many would have died. We spoke about their friends who were in the hospital in Waco and their children who were still in our care. They wanted to help, or do something to relieve our burden, but it was not necessary.
Realizing the late hour, they asked about the nearest hotel, and what time they could visit their friends tomorrow.
I told them the nearest hotel was right here and they were welcome to spend the night. Visiting their friends would have to wait till morning. We put two couples in Mark and Brian's bedroom, and two in the spare bedroom reserved for temporary placements. Their children were thrilled that they got to spend another night.
With everyone all caught up, their boys enticed their naked parents out to the pool for a late-night swim. The adults migrated to the Jacuzzi and Malea provided mixed Hawaiian-style drinks. They didn't go to bed till midnight.
Visitation at the hospital started at 10:00 a.m. and we were there, first in line. The eight adults with their five children were departing for Pleasanton directly from the hospital after their visits, so were packed and ready to go when we left for Waco.
With a group size of 20, we split up into groups of five, which helped the nurses. Fifteen minutes in each room, then we would rotate to a different room. Our visits were spread out around the hospital.
We learned the wife of the driver, Donna, was ready to be released. Tyler and Dylan's mom was seated in the back of the van behind Terry and had the fewest injuries. Her seat belt held her securely, but she still had a whiplash from the side impact. She had received no impacts to her body strong enough to break bones. Her whiplash however, was severe enough to crack one vertebrae in her neck. She was resisting going back to Pleasanton, she wanted to remain near her husband. Her concern was for their two boys who were due at school on Monday. They didn't want to go back without their Mom and also wanted to stay near their Dad, but also didn't want to fall behind at school. When my two little 8-year-old charges and I caught up to the group trying to solve this problem, I listened to their concerns and obstacles, then offered my solution.
"Um, excuse me, maybe I can help." I interjected.
"Oh, we can't expect you to do any more than you've already done." Donna asserted.
"Yes you can, it really isn't all that difficult. We'll take you to the Home where you can stay with your children till your husband is released. My partner, Keona is a teacher in the McGregor School District. He can contact your son's schools, get their current lesson plans, and teach them in our classroom."
"You'd do that for people you don't even know?"
"I have eleven foster children that I didn't know before they moved in," I told them. "What's a few more on a temporary basis?"
The Pleasanton group departed for home and Donna came home with the six boys and myself. On the way, I explained our clothing optional lifestyle. She pulled down the sun visor so she could see her boys in the back with its mirror. "And you guys are ok with this?"
"Yeah Mom, it's cool!"
When we entered the house, we were surrounded by my naked boys and Mom threw in the towel, but not her clothes. On the other hand, her sons and the other four boys quickly returned to their newly acquired nudist ways.
We showed Donna around the home and she finally asked, "So where do you want the boys and me to stay?"
"Well," I said, "we could put you all together, or you could leave the boys sharing the rooms they're currently in and you could have your own room."
"Mom, please? We're happy where we are."
Mom relented to the pleadings of her sons who seemed no worse off for their week living and sleeping among a bunch of nudists. In fact, she was encouraged by what she was witnessing. She hadn't seen either of her sons, Tyler or Dylan, naked for several years, and now here they were, standing before her stark naked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Well as we all know, nudity is the most natural thing in the world.
We now had only six of the conference attendees with us, and one mother.
It's A Boys' Life Home for Boys now had its first adult female guest for more than just a night or two. Her husband Terry, the van driver, had a long way to go due to his severe injuries.
Donna's injuries required her to wear a cervical collar to allow the cracked vertebrae to heal, and help her whiplash recover. The rest of her minor bumps and bruises would heal on their own.
Donna was a typical 1st time nudist; she started in the initial reluctance phase, then began accepting nudism as natural and finally appeared only wearing her cervical collar one morning at breakfast. Her oldest son complimented her, "Nice looking body, Mom. I like your necklace with that outfit." She blushed at his compliment, but she also smiled at him. Her cervical collar did match her complexion.
I noticed that Dylan moved out of Cody's room where he and his brother had been staying. In passing, I asked if something was wrong. He replied that he was making more room for Cody and Tyler. He moved in with Jason who was a year younger than he was.
Monday morning Keona called the boy's schools explaining we had six of their students, who would be missing school for the near future. He explained he was a certified teacher in the McGregor Independent School District and would be assuming their schooling in a home-school environment. He asked for and received lesson plans and homework assignments for the next few weeks.
Keona started school for all six boys after lunch on Monday; their spring break was officially over.
The sheriff tracked us down after contacting U-Haul, then connecting the renter, Terry, to the accident and then the hospital. Terry gave them the home's number. The sheriff informed us that the contents of the trailer were available to be reclaimed at the sheriff's impound yard. We passed the information along to Pastor David at the church. They sent a pickup truck to pick up everything. Before heading back to Pleasanton, they came by the house and we pulled out the luggage belonging to the remaining church members.
Donna's only restriction is from heavy lifting, so every day she would either accompany Mai to Waco on a grocery run, or borrow Mai's car and make the run herself. She told us it made her feel useful. She also visited her husband and the other four adults in the hospital. The kids only went with her three times a week, but when they went, she borrowed the Suburban.
Ray Tilden was the next to be released. His only injury was that he nearly had been scalped. The flap of skin containing his hair had been torn from the top of his head all the way to where the head curves down near the back. He lost a lot of blood, but not his scalp. Doctors were able to clean the underside of the skin flap and the top of his cranium and replant his hair. They trimmed the edges and plastic surgeons were able to sew his scalp back in place. In some places, it was actually stapled in place.
Infection is his most feared recovery obstacle and his release was delayed because one developed that the doctors were afraid would spread to his brain. He has a very neat gap in his hair on three sides of his head. Otherwise, there was only a mild concussion and no brain damage. When the infection was finally under control, he was released. The surgeons wanted to see him two more times before returning to Pleasanton. We put him in Mark and Brian's old room along with his sons Ronnie and Reggie. They scheduled their return through their church for next week.
Troop Campout – March 9-12
Thursday night was the regular troop meeting. Friday after dinner, the boys 11 and older all went camping with their troop. Keona went too, taking the Big Red Bus. He's an assistant Scoutmaster.
Tyler and Travis became the oldest boys in the home and did a good job and had fun playing big brother to the four not yet old enough to be scouts.
Carl & Pat Crane – March 12
Travis and Luke's parents were scheduled to be released only two days after Mr. Tilden was to leave for Pleasanton. Both of them had similar injuries to the same side of their bodies. Both of their heads hit the side windows when the van slammed into the median, causing contusions and concussions. Mr. Crane also had an intracranial hemorrhage and they drilled a hole in his skull.
Both of their necks suffered whiplash from the sudden side impact.
Their bodies were also slammed into their respective doors, their shoulders and by proximity, their clavicles, upper arms, elbows, lower arms, wrists, hands, and right side ribs all came in contact with various door parts like armrests and door handles. Between the two of them, most everything I listed was broken. If it wasn't broken, it was strained, sprained, or badly bruised.
Pat fared the worst, her shoulder was destroyed by the door trim just below the window. She had shoulder replacement surgery.
Upon their release, neither could use their right sides, leaving only their left side to handle daily tasks. It would be weeks before they would have two functioning hands again. Travis and Luke would have to step up at home and really help out. Their insurance would also help pay for an in-home caretaker while the boys were in school.
Ray delayed his family's return a few days so the church only had to drive up once to pick up all seven of them. This time a second driver brought the Hobbs' other car and dropped it off, everyone returned in the passenger van the church provided.
Keona provided folders of completed quizzes and homework assignments the boys had completed as part of their home schooling.
Terry Hobbs
Donna's husband was the most severely injurred. If it hadn't been for that Jeep driver, all he would have had was a mild concussion from when his head hit the side window. As it was, the steering column cracked 8 ribs, 4 on either side, another inch and his heart would have been crushed, killing him. That was minor though, he may never walk again. The three major bones in both of his legs were broken, all in multiple places. His kneecaps were destroyed, requiring them to be replaced with prosthetic kneecaps after they fished out all the broken pieces.
Now several surgeries later, he has stainless steel rods, plates, and screws straightening and holding his Femur, Tibia, and Fibula in place. He's gonna have some very ugly looking scars too.
I understand their visit on March 13 was . . . exceptional, to say the least. It is my understanding that Tyler sucked his father's dick allowing him much needed relief.
Donna confided to me that she had let the activity happen by leaving the room, and asked for my opinion of allowing Tyler to do that. I told her boys have been doing that to each other for millennia and there was no physical reason to interfere as long as his father wasn't forcing him, which she assured me that Tyler was the one taking the lead.
She stopped in Tyler's room that night and thanked him for caring for his father.
Keona and I talked with Terry's primary surgeon and found out he would be in the hospital at least another month. After more recovery time he would probably need at least one more surgery on each leg.
We went to Donna and explained our plan. With less than three months left in the school year, Tyler and Dylan would transfer to the McGregor School District, and finish the year at Isbell Junior High. Keona's instruction over the last month would be accepted automatically.
Tyler and Dylan were informed was what was going to happen.
The Hobbs family has been with us 4 weeks now and we missed last month's trip to Sun Ranch because of the weather. Good thing we did, that made us available to help.
With Terry's help, I convinced Donna that she needed a break from the daily visits to the hospital.
Just as we were about to tell the boys, Tyler asked if they were going with us. "Yes, you, your brother, and your Mom are all going."
The foster boys invited some of the scouts, and our bus was completely full for the trip, 1 driver, and 22 passengers.
Saturday morning, Donna was able to stop wearing her cervical collar, another milestone in her recovery.
Our new "residents" had a great time. Tyler and Cody were inseparably the whole weekend. I reminded them that sexual activity could get them kicked out.
Dad Visit – March 27
The Hobbs family visited Terry after our Sun Ranch trip. Donna sought me out again. "Tyler let his brother do it this time. Isn't he too young for that kind of thing?"
"Donna, Dylan is not too young, he may be a little smaller and that will limit what he can do, but no, I don't think he's too young. Nature is going to mature him to where he could make a baby soon, and his body is already giving him certain pleasures. I'm willing to bet he's been having sex with his friends and maybe even his brother for some time now. Trust Tyler, I don't think he'd let Dylan be hurt."
A Visit to Our Bedroom – Mar 30
Keona and I had just gone to bed when in comes Cody with Tyler in tow.
"Hi Dads, Tyler wants to ask you something."
I'm guessing that wasn't what Tyler was expecting from Cody, because he suddenly became tongue-tied.
We got him through the jitters and Tyler was able to ask for some very specific help. He needed to learn how to deep throat for his father, and he wanted to learn how to make love to his brother. When we were done, he had learned everything he had come to us for.
I did notice that Cody was now accompanying Tyler to the hospital on his visits to see his dad.
Terry Released – April 12
The hospital started talking about the possibility of releasing Terry but only if he agreed to continue with his current surgical and treatment team in Waco and not return to Pleasanton. Terry was skeptical that they were trying to keep him there to continue accessing his insurance policy. But he verified this with his own primary care doctor, who told him to stay the course with the treatment and the current team for the best possible outcome. His insurance would cover everything, including leasing a handicapped enabled van for the daily transportation and reimbursement for the additional living expenses.
Donna and I talked him out of renting a place near the hospital; instead, he would live with his family at the home and commute to appointments. It was easy to convince him actually, we pointed out the benefit of Tyler and Dylan already had established routines and were in school.
April 21-23 was our regular trip to Sun Ranch. Terry fresh out of the hospital, didn't feel ready for a trip so he and Donna stayed behind. Their kids went with us. After we got back, Cody told me that Kyle told him, that his father was able to perform sexually in our absence. He's on the mend.
Through contacts in San Antonio, Terry filed lawsuits against the driver of the Jeep Wagoneer and against his company in which he was an executive. The technology company located in Dallas is in the top 200 of the Fortune 500. He was returning home from a company business trip, in a company provided car. Terry's medical insurance joined the suit to recoup their expenses. A judge combined the suits, since the defendant was insured by the company.
A ridiculous offer was proposed. I called a friend and for a small fee, a nationally known litigation lawyer became Terry's `lawyer' (in name only). The next offer was quadruple their first, but still unsatisfactory. Negotiations are continuing.
May 26-29, Memorial Day weekend was our next Sun Ranch weekend. I tried to get Terry and Donna to go with us Terry needed a vacation. He was doing much better after his last two surgeries in early May and Terry was now fully integrated in the naturist lifestyle, hobbling around the home on his walker with his dick hanging out just like everyone else, much to Tyler's enjoyment. Tyler relished kidding his dad about having to use an `old man' walker to navigate the halls. Terry loved the abuse. My attempts to get the Hobbs couple to go with us were futile.
Tyler flipped out at him when he said he didn't want to go. He called him `chicken', `selfish', `pathetic', `miserable' and `a worthless excuse of a father' with a couple more thrown in. He was of course, immediately regretful for saying it, but it had the desired effect. Terry and Donna agreed to go.
That allowed my plans to go forward. I arranged for Ray Tilden and his two kids, Ronnie and Reggie; Carl and Pat Crane and their two, Travis, and Luke; and the other four families that had gone to the Mexico clothing-optional resort to be at the house when we arrived Friday evening.
This was the largest group ever in the Sun Ranch house, seventeen adults, and twenty-two kids.
Adults filled the two downstairs bedrooms and two of them upstairs. That left two bedrooms, with beds for twelve, for the twenty-two kids. By adding additional bodies to every bed, and shifting the twins to their father's room, they managed to keep everyone off the floor.
Tyler, Dylan, and Cody hung out with Terry and Donna, driving him around in the golf cart. Where it didn't fit, they brought his wheel chair.
The camp was packed for the holiday weekend with almost 400 members and guests.
The adults upstairs had to have the boys close their bedroom doors both nights. We don't even do that in the home. They were having a good time with their friends.
June 8, Tyler and Dylan and the rest of our kids graduated from their respective classes in McGregor School district. Ten days later, they attended summer camp with the troop at Sun Ranch. We did have to leave Terry and Donna in town for the two weeks, Terry couldn't take that much time away from his doctor appointments and physical therapy.
Our Company Departs – July 6
The Hobbs family stayed with us till after our 4th of July party. They enjoyed the hoard of Boy Scouts and their families that has become a tradition for us. Friday, July 6 they drove home in their old car, leaving the handicapped equipped van to be picked up by the leasing company. They had been in McGregor nineteen weeks.
After our July trip to Sun Ranch, Phillip Patton called telling us Mr. & Mrs. Hobbs wanted to adopt Cody. It was a perfect match for him and we couldn't be happier for him.
They had not told their sons yet and we made secret arrangements for Cody to visit for a week. It went well and he didn't come back, the adoption process commenced. We had to ship the remainder of his personal toys, games, and clothing. Terry had us pass his bicycle on to another boy. Several months later, we kept the kids out of school and attended Cody's, adoption ceremony and party at the Hobbs new home in upscale San Antonio. This was when we presented him with his photo album of his time with us.
During the first week, that Cody was in Pleasanton, the Bronco driver's insurance settled out of court, Mr. Hobbs got over $17 million. Mrs. Hobbs' cracked vertebra was proven to have come from the front impact, not from when she hit the side window, so she received $1 million. Carl & Pat Crane whose injuries were `aggravated' by the front impact, each received $1.5 million. And lastly, the It's a Boys' Life Foundation received $133,000 for the 133 days they stayed with us. Of course, the lawyers all received a nice payday too.
Before moving south, Cody visited my office one day while I was busily typing on my computer.
"Whatcha working on?" he asked.
"I keep a log of the more interesting things that happen within the foundation, it goes with the photo albums I keep for each resident."
"You keep photo albums for each boy?"
"Yes, and a duplicate for the home. In addition, I keep a separate album of things that affect the home, like your bus accident. That's what I'm working on right now."
"Am I in there?"
"You're a major player in this story; you've been here longer than some of our past residents."
"Can I read it?"
"Sure!" I had him pull up a chair and turned the computer over to him.
When done reading he pushed back, "That's pretty cool. I didn't realize some of the interactions you had with the adults." Writing a story like this intrigued him, and I challenged him to write his story of his time with us. He didn't know where to start, so I forwarded a trimmed down version of this story to his account on our classroom computers. He spent many hours working on it. The final version I received from him was a couple months after Cody's adoption.
When Tyler sent me his story, It was difficult reading, typical of a 14-year-old, he used an undisciplined style, with many grammatical and punctuation errors. I have taken the liberty of fixing those errors. I apologize to Tyler for having to do that. I didn't change any of the basic content.
I still do not condone his use of the word, fuck as often he used it, but if you read his story, you'll see his use of it diminishes in the latter half after Cody and I got on his case.
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How I Came to Write this Story
I'm Tyler. My Mom and Dad were both injured in the bus accident. I'm 14 my brother is 12.
During my stay in the home, I visited Mr. Jeffries in his office one day. He was busy typing on his computer and I asked him what he was writing. He told me it was a story about me, my family, and all the other boys and girls involved in the bus accident. It would be included in the home's history along with relative pictures.
He let me read his story, then asked me to write a story about the accident and my time in the Home. He told me to write whatever I wanted, how it affected me, how it changed me, about any relationships, and so forth.
I've written a few reports for school and always done well on them, but never a story like this so I didn't know where to start.
To get me started he gave me a trimmed down version of his story that is now part of the home's history book. So my story is going to look a lot like his story, except it is my story from my point of view, and I added a lot of details!
I'm using parts of what he wrote especially when he recorded a conversation, or knew things that I didn't and it affected my story.
So this is mostly my story.
Every year at spring break, my church takes a busload of us kids from our church in Pleasanton up to just north of Oklahoma City for a "retreat" where they try to brainwash us with religious bullshit for five very long days. Nobody knows where Pleasanton is, so we usually just say San Antonio. If you're really curious, it is 30 miles due south of San Antonio. Now you know, made your day, didn't it?
As much as I hate the religious aspects of this week, I still go, willingly! I go for the six nights at the retreat and two nights during the drive up and back. The sex is great, and this year me and Travis are top dogs. Personally, I plan to pop cherries and fuck the hell out of every boy ten or older on this bus. I got my cherry popped when I was eleven on this very trip. That's only fifteen other boys, so I'll end up fucking them all more than once in the nest week. Plus there are all the boys from the other churches, who knows where that will lead.
As I look around, at the 15 boys ten or older, there's only 5 I haven't fucked, so if I'm gonna get many cherries, they're gonna have to be from the other church's boys.
I swear so many adults are totally clueless. They think this trip is good for our eternal souls.
Our church owns three retired school busses and we're using one for the trip. There are forty of us kids in the bus with two advisors alternating as the bus driver. We're caravanning with four more advisors following along behind us in a van pulling a U-Haul trailer with everyone's luggage. This year, I didn't get away from my parents completely; they're two of the advisors behind us. My dad is driving our van with Travis' dad in the navigator's seat, and my mom is behind him in the backseat next to Travis' mom.
The drive is just over 500 miles. It's a boring trip. We leave Friday after school and stay overnight at a cheap hotel in Fort Worth, about half way. At the speed Mr. Tilden and Mr. Haines drives, and number of meal stops and rest breaks to change drivers, it takes fourteen hours to get there, not counting the overnight.
Even before we reached Floresville, 22 miles away, I'd already finished fucking Luke. He's Travis' twelve-year-old brother. This isn't his first trip to the Oklahoma City retreat. Travis let me pop his cherry last year at the retreat. Since then, I've fucked him several times in the little-used closet in the church basement, at his house when I go for sleepovers with Travis, and at my house when he comes for sleepovers with my little brother, Dylan. He also gives terrific blowjobs.
We hadn't even gone ten miles, before Luke was in my lap with his pants hanging on his shoes. My cock lodged in his tight ass. It was a good thing I remembered to carry my lube with me this year.
These bus seats are the worst, there's barely any room to move around much less have room to fuck a kid's ass properly. I couldn't even thrust up into him; my knees were jammed against the seat in front of me. I had to use my arms to raise him up and down my shaft. I took my time with him, since we had all the time in the world, it took me about ten minutes, and I was able to dump a load of cum up his shitter.
When I was done with him, I lifted him off my dick, and handed him over to Travis in the seat next to me. He went from my dick right over to his brother's dick and was fucked a second time. Travis always masturbates him while he fucks his little brother to keep him happy. That means it was my job to keep him from making a mess when he shot off. He's only been making sperm a month now, so I don't mind, he tastes very sweet. But damn, in those seats I had to be a contortionist to get my lips over his dick.
Our first stop was Georgetown for our first driver change where Mr. Haines took over. As we drove towards Waco, we asked that the heater to be turned up; it was getting cold in the back. It didn't help, the heater only blew cold air. To stay warm, I called for my brother Dylan to come to the back.
Dylan is a few months younger than Luke is and doesn't make sperm yet. Luke started fucking Dylan last year after this trip and got him hooked on butt sex, then Travis got to fuck him at a sleepover; all before I even knew he was willing.
We share a bedroom, and now, and we fuck all the time. When he goes to bed, I go up with him to `get ready for bed so I don't disturb him later, my parents complemented me for being such a considerate brother.
Dylan and I strip first thing. He gets ready for bed doing his normal bathroom stuff like brushing his teeth. While he's doing that, I'm getting myself ready, lubing my dick and his asshole. He gets in his bed, lying face down and spreads his legs.
I then crawl in on top of him and between his legs, slip my dick in his ass, and fuck him. After I cum he rolls over and I suck his little dick so he gets his good feelings as he calls them. He goes right to sleep after that. I put on boxers and a tee that my parents think I wear to bed. Truth is I don't wear anything in bed, but this ruse gives me an opportunity to slip my dick up his tight ass. I watch TV another hour, then go to bed. I fuck him again in the morning, but this time he comes to my bed, and he rides my morning woodie, while I try to wake up. Saturday and Sunday mornings, it's his turn to fuck me. He's so cute lubing up his little prong then shoving it up my ass and rutting like a horny dog. Of course, I take another turn at his little ass too.
Dylan stood between me and Travis and dropped his pants. I pushed some lube up his butt and lifted him over my legs. I set him down right on top of my knob and slid right up in his gluteus maximus.
He held on to the metal bar at the top of the seat in front of us, and together we worked our bodies, creating as much friction between us as we could. This time the cramped quarters worked to our advantage, we had to work to get ourselves off which made us both hot and a little sweaty. Like Travis, I always make sure Dylan gets off, after all, he is my brother, and he's letting me fuck him whenever I want. My second cum dump was as good as the first, and Dylan had a good hard cum, no sperm though, but one day soon. . .
Luke had come back with Dylan, so Travis had taken him on for another round, and still had Luke impaled on his dick so he wasn't ready for Dylan, so I helped him get his pants back on. Travis let Dylan out by rotating out into the aisle, showing everyone who cared to look, that he was fucking his brother. I wrestled my pants back up to my waist and buttoned my jeans.
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Our drivers are overly cautious; we travel in the right lane driving 50 mph. I sat there watching every truck passes us. Travis finally pulled his limp dick out of his brother and sent him to sit with Dylan.
Mr. Haines noticed some unexpected traffic ahead as we approached Waco where we are to eat dinner, and we started slowing. A semi passed us on our left doing 75, quickly leaving us behind. Up ahead, I saw that semi plow into the rear of another semi that wasn't moving. The rear trailer actually lifted up off the pavement when he hit.
Mr. Haines began braking by pumping his brakes. I moved forward several rows and traded seats with another boy sending him to the back, so I could get a better view. Mr. Haines was complaining to Mr. Tilden about ice on the highway. The bus was slowing till the pavement became a sheet of ice. We could feel the bus sliding.
There was a stopped truck straight ahead of us. Mr. Haines had two choices, steer right for the shoulder, or hope we stopped before plowing into the truck stopped directly ahead of us, left wasn't an option there were cars there. He flipped his turn signal to change lanes to the shoulder and instantly a semi, already on the shoulder blasted his air horn. He and two just like him, roared past us on the shoulder, probably 50 mph faster than we were traveling. The first semi hit the roadside guardrail up a ways and rolled over the top of it, the second one hit the first one before it had a chance to roll out of the way. The third one steered to the right into the ditch off the road. He stopped, and then his truck slowly fell over sideways. We'd have been creamed if Mr. Haines had pulled to the shoulder.
Mr. Tilden moved from his seat in the front row with his sons, to kneel next to Mr. Haines, speaking too softly for me to hear. At the last minute, I did hear him say, "Dear God, spare these children."
The bus continued to slow, but without traction not quickly enough. Some of the other guys on board saw the inevitable approaching and stood in the aisle bracing themselves for the impact. At a slow speed, the bus slid on. The steel company's semi was carrying a load of rebar with the bundles extending out past the end of the trailer. Each bundle was dangling little red flags, waving their useless warnings.
The long hood of the bus went under the bundles and I watched as they shattered the windshield and entered the bus. The front end of the bus then hit the hard back of the truck's trailer and we stopped instantly.
I was thrown forward into the seat in front of me.
Recoiling from hitting that seat, I saw Mr. Tilden lying on the floor. The steel was above him. The top of his head was all pink where his hair was supposed to be. There was blood all over the floor by Mr. Tilden and behind Mr. Haines on the window separating him from the front row of seats.
As we stopped, I remember seeing one of the guys that was standing, flying forward; he was now on the floor moaning in pain.
My head fucking HURTS! Shit, I can't seem to think. . . I should do something.
I didn't see exactly what happened to the van behind us, my head was reeling from hitting the seat. I did feel something hit the rear of the bus, but not hard. I saw our van and the trailer off to our left over against the median pointing the wrong way. That very moment, the van was hit head-on, by an out-of-control Jeep trying to use the median as a lane.
There's so much crying and screaming going on. STOP IT, my brain screamed. I saw either Ronnie or Reggie, Mr. Tilden's sons; I can't tell them apart; throw up all over himself.
As one of the oldest in the group, I had to do something. FOCUS Tyler! I stood, got dizzy, and had to pick myself off the floor. I asked the older kids to look after the younger ones. The few guys who had been standing appeared to be hurt. The rest of us had bumps and bruises like myself, from hitting my head; some kids were bleeding from their cuts or had bloody noses. The traffic behind us was able to stop. We were no longer in danger of being hit from behind.
We were alone for several minutes before people from other cars started coming around. The front door was jammed shut and blocked by the bundles of rebar that crashed through the windshield. Travis opened the rear emergency exit. People climbed in and asked where help was needed. The kid that went flying had an obviously broken arm. It wasn't straight where it was supposed to be straight. They helped him off the floor and out the back door. Someone put a blanket around his shoulders and walked him to an ambulance. The good Samaritans worked their way up front. One of them draped a blanket over Mr. Haines and another over the glass wall behind him. That was his blood that splattered the glass. They helped Ronnie and Reggie out the back, they were both screaming hysterically at what happened to their dad and grandpa.
Now able to reach Mr. Tilden, no one knew what to do. His scalp was still attached at the back of his head, the front of it, was torn from his skull like a flap, and that part of it was laying on the floor exposing the pinkish top of his skull. It looked disgusting. None of the Samaritans were trained how to handle that.
Luckily, the paramedics arrived.
Everyone was told to say in their seats leaving the aisle clear for the paramedics and rescue workers to access Mr. Tilden. I saw them lift the blanket over Mr. Haines, but they put it right back. I'm sure he was dead, and with all that blood on the window behind him. . .
One paramedic used his radio, telling dispatch to call for Child Protective Services, while others continued to work on Mr. Tilden. Once he had been taken out the back, they started looking at each of us to see if any more of us were hurt. After we were examined, they took us off the bus over to the side of the road away from the crashed cars and trucks. Four more of our guys were taken by off by ambulances to the hospital. They had us sitting on the ground. It was drizzling and we were freezing till they finally passed out space blankets to everyone.
The guy from Child Protective Services, named Mr. Patton arrived. It had been an hour, maybe more, since the accident, I really couldn't tell. At times, I would catch myself just staring off into the distance. I was sitting with Dylan, and holding a boy that was nine in my lap, but I couldn't remember his fuckin name! He only lives four houses down from me. He plays with Dylan occasionally and I've baby-sat him before, and I can't think of his name?
We were checked out and the paramedic said I had mild shock and if I felt dizzy to put my head between my knees. Dylan and . . . and Jimmy! Yeah, that's his name. Dylan and Jimmy are ok. Dylan had a bloody nose and Jimmy has a bruise forming on his cheek, he's gonna have a black eye.
Mr. Patton was standing in our group busy making phone calls he was trying to find a replacement bus.
We sat there on the ground for a long time, till a large bus stopped on the other side of the median. Ugliest bus I've ever seen, who paints their bus black?
The CPS guy announced what was going to happen. We were going to be escorted by a firefighter to the median and lifted over the concrete divider to another man on the other side, we were then to board the black bus now parked there.
They took us in the groups we had already formed, and filled the back of the bus first. Taking two groups at a time, they took us across the highway to the median and lifted us over to another firefighter on the other side. I was in the last group. I was glad to see Ronnie and Reggie already sitting in the front row of the bus when we boarded, they had been calmed down and were now holding each other and crying softly. I sat directly behind them with Dylan and Jimmy.
The ugly black bus had bars on its windows and `Department of Corrections' was spelled out on the side. It was a prison bus! There was some panic when we thought we were being taken to jail. But Mr. Patton said, "Oh heavens no, we're just borrowing their bus."
The transfer took a long time and each of us had to tell Mr. Patton our names and phone numbers as we were moved to the new bus. When it was my turn, I told Mr. Patton that two of the people in the now empty van with the trailer against the median, were my parents. I asked if they were all right, but he didn't know, only that they all had been taken to the hospital. The van driver's door had been cut off the vehicle, and the driver's seat was in pieces.
Once everyone was loaded in the bus, minus the five that had been taken to the hospital, Mr. Patton stood at the front. He asked me if I knew the names of the other five. I knew everyone on the bus and filled in the blanks for him. I can remember and think again!
He made a call once the corrections officer started driving, "Allen, this is Phillip; you need to open the gate. There's been a major accident on northbound route 35."
He paused, then, "Allen, can you hear me? . . . . . . . . . Can you hear me? . . . . . . . I can't hear you; I hope you can hear me. We're on our way, we'll be there in 20 minutes, I'm bringing thirty-five kids," and the call disconnected.
Using the bus PA system, Philip made an announcement. "We're going to a place called It's A Boys' Life Home for Boys. It's a group foster home, which currently has eleven foster boys. It has seventeen bedrooms, so there's plenty of bed space. Their youngest is nine, their oldest, seventeen. It's run by two men and they have two women who do all the cooking. We'll be there in 20 minutes or so.
As we turned into the driveway of the home Mr. Patton made one final announcement, "One more thing I need to tell you, everyone living in this home is a nudist. They don't wear any clothes inside. With any luck, you'll only be here for one night, and none of you has to be naked if you don't want to be.
`Shit,' I thought to myself, `this is gonna be fun!'
The driver blew the bus's horn, and the gate opened. We stopped next to a side entrance. Two men came out, they were both dressed, I was kinda disappointed, I was expecting naked.
The driver opened the door and they came up the steps. They stood at the front and looked over the bus.
"Sorry about the bus, it was the only vehicle I could find on short notice. Can I borrow your Suburban? I need to pick up five more from the hospital."
The man who just boarded handed over his keys without question. "I thought I heard you tell me you were bringing five!"
"No, thirty-five, we had a shitty connection; I couldn't hear you at all. They're probably only here for the night, they're from Pleasanton. We should be able to get their parents here tomorrow. This kid seems to know what's going on and knows everyone," Mr. Patton said pointing at me as he left for the hospital.
"Drive carefully!" the new man yelled after him.
The two men stood at the front of the prison bus, staring out at us, and us staring back at them.
It was Ronnie, I think, seated in the front row, that looked up at them, and tugged on one of their pants leg. "Where are we mister?" he adorably asked.
The man reached down and picked him up, balancing him on his hip. "Welcome to It's A Boys' Life group foster home. You're in the small town of McGregor, Texas just outside of Waco. Let's get you all inside. All you older children help one of the younger ones get inside."
He carried Ronnie in his arms; I took the hand of his brother Reggie. Dylan and Jimmy held hands and we followed him off the bus and in through the side door. I had to ask the boy I was helping if he was Reggie and he nodded his head. I heard the man ask Ronnie, "Have you guys eaten?"
Ronnie answered, "Nuh-uh."
"Would you like something to eat?" He nodded slowly in the affirmatively. As soon as we were off the bus, it backed out of the driveway and was gone.
We walked down a long hallway with bedrooms like a hotel, except all the doors were open. "Malea! Mai! We need you!" He called as we rounded the corner entering this giant room. The kitchen on our left was as big as one in a restaurant.
We were soon joined by eleven naked boys offering the adults whatever help they needed. The naked boys herded us in groups around all four of the fireplaces in the room. We were able to get warm, at last.
"We need food." The man told two naked women approaching from across the room somewhere.
The huge room we were now in was brightly lit up, and we could finally see how disgusting we all looked. We were filthy, having come directly from the accident scene where we sat on the ground for a long time. Our clothes were somewhere between damp and wet as well. Ronnie had puked on himself. I guess he saw what happened to his grandpa.
"For how many?" the older woman asked, only able to see clusters of kids.
The man answered, "35, with five more on the way in about an hour."
"Can you take care of this one for me?" the man asked me as he set Ronnie on the floor next to me. As soon as he did that, I smelled piss. I checked Ronnie's pants, they were wet, and now my hand was as well.
Our group was evenly split in a boy to girl ratio, and covered the ages from eight to fourteen with the majority in the eleven to thirteen junior high age group. Only me and Travis were fourteen.
The two men who run this place, stood up on a ledge overlooking this huge room to address everyone, "Welcome again to our home, my name is Allen Jeffries, and this is Keona Jeffries. Please call us by our first names. This part of the house is called the great room; the hallway through which you entered is the residential section.
"The women feeding are Malea and Mai. I hope that this will only be your home for just tonight. We need to get you all cleaned up before dinner. I have eleven foster boys and each of them is going to help you get your clothes cleaned, get you into showers, and find you something clean to wear if you want.
I hope you young women who want to wear clothing, won't mind wearing boy's clothes for a little while, it's all we have. As you can see, we're all nudists here; you're welcome to join us, but you certainly don't have to. If you prefer to wear clothing, just ask the resident helping you. I hope that our nudity isn't a problem for you for one night.
"First we're going to get your clothes in the wash, then get you into showers. Anyone who has any injuries will have them looked after. Please remove everything from your pockets and find a place out here where you can leave it till we get you some clean clothes, leave your shoes out here too. The washing machines are on the other side of this wall, so when you're ready head on over there, Keona will meet you there."
I was feeling better, now that I was warmer, but I noticed that most of my friends were just standing still, huddled by the fireplaces, they reminded me of zombies. It was eerily quiet; the only ones talking were the kids that lived here. I guess my friends had the same problem I had for a while, that shock thing.
I took the stuff from my pockets, and took off my shoes, but most of the kids weren't moving, so I started helping them do the same thing, and then had them move towards the washing machines. They moved around the corner and stood in line. As each kid was told they took off their clothes, Keona used a marking pen to put our initials on every piece of our clothes.
These kids had never been naked in front of their friends before, but in their zombie-like state, simply took their clothes off when they were told, then stood there waiting to be told what to do next.
Each time three of us were ready, one of the naked boys, well I guess I can't call them that any more we're all naked now. I'll call them foster boys. So each time three of us, two boys and a girl, or two girls and a boy, were ready, we were matched up with one of the foster boys, and went to that boy's bedroom for showers.
I got in line with Dylan at the end behind Mary Sue, when we got to the machine, Mary Sue did what every kid before her did, she took off her blouse, skirt, and socks she wasn't wearing any panties, she handed her clothes to Keona. I've never seen a girl naked before. So this was the first time for Dylan and me to see a naked girl.
I was next, and started stripped off just like everyone else, Dylan followed along and we both got naked. Removing my underpants revealed that I had a hard-on from seeing Mary Sue standing naked in front of me. Keona handed me a towel, and told me to hold in in front of myself. Dylan and I made three for the next group, so me, Mary Sue, and, Dylan, was matched up with a foster boy named Cody.
He told us a little about himself on the way to his room, he was almost thirteen and had lived here two years, and that he was gay. He had a fine looking ass and I could see myself fucking that ass. He wasn't the first of the foster boys to make me think about them in that way.
Cody telling us he was gay got me to thinking about what I was. I've never fucked a girl. I could fuck Mary Sue any time I want, hell, any guy can fuck Mary Sue any time he wants, but I've never wanted too. She's the church teen slut.
I've been fucking Luke since this trip last year and Dylan almost that long. Not only them, but also a couple of Dylan's other friends who were the same age. He holds sleepovers all the time, and since it's my room too, I get to play. Once they're naked, I can do just about anything I want with them. I've fucked Dylan twice a day for the past six or eight months, and frequently more than that.
Before that, Dylan and I played around with each other's dicks and I've played with Travis' dick as well. I think that maybe I might be gay too, if only playing with boys means you're gay.
I felt an attraction to Cody I'd never felt before, he had a nice little dick too. I asked him why he didn't have a boner. He told me that after a while of being naked, you get used to it and you don't get them as often. He pulled my towel away to see my hard-on and completed me on my five-inch dick. He then grabbed his own dick and pumped it till he was hard, just as we arrived at his room. "See I can get hard too," he said, sporting a thin four-inch erection.
I just now realized that not one of these foster kids has had an erection since we got here.
I thought we'd have to take turns in the showers but Cody's room had a large walk-in shower and we all showered together.
While we showered, each of us helping each other, Cody told us about the group's monthly trips to a naturist's place called Sun Ranch, where everyone is naked all the time. As we were finishing up in the shower, my hard-on wasn't going away and Cody offered to help me with that.
I thought he would jerk me off, but instead he got to his knees and stared sucking my dick. Dylan watched and was stroking his hard little dick, and Mary Sue just stood there with her mouth open.
Cody's mouth was better than Luke's. He let me hold his head and fuck his mouth while he sucked on me. I blasted cum into Cody's throat, and then he just moved over and took Dylan's dick in his mouth and finished him off, I know my orgasm was awesome and I didn't see a drop of my sperm.
Cody told Dylan and me that we could use his bathroom any time we needed to get rid of a boner.
Mary Sue said, "What about me?"
Cody asked her if she was on birth control. She nodded, then he told her he could find one of the other boys who would fuck her if that's what she wanted.
When we got out and were dried off Cody asked, "You guys don't want clothes do you? I have to find some for you if you want them, but I'm guessing you won't want."
Well, asked that way, how could we. We headed back to the great room all naked and proud of it. I wasn't even hard. That lasted about five seconds after entering the great room where about 30 or so kids were completely naked.
We were the last group to get back to the kitchen for a dinner of salad, cream of tomato soup and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. They had a long dinner table that had 30 chairs around it. Between it and the seating at the counter, all thirty-five of us were able to sit down. As we looked for a place to sit we could see about half of our group were going clothes-free The other half, wearing borrowed clothing. The girls that dressed didn't look that strange wearing boy's clothes. For the most part our guys were still quiet and doing what they were told.
The two women that arrived at the kitchen naked were now wearing aprons that allowed their butts to hang out the back. Some of the foster boys were helping serve the meal. They didn't have enough milk for everyone, so only the younger children got small glasses of it, the rest of us older ones got soda or water or ice tea.
Just as the first kids were finishing dinner, Mr. Patton, the guy from CPS arrived with the other five members of our group, who had been taken to the hospital. They entered through the front door. Those that could, carried in gallon jugs of white and chocolate milk, having stopping at a convenience store along the way. The foster boys went out to the car and brought in the rest.
These five still had on dirty clothes and were led to the washing machines, and came back naked, except for their slings and other bandages.
These kids had been washed and fed at the hospital and treated for a variety of cuts to their heads, one with a broken arm, and for one a couple of broken ribs.
Shortly after they arrived, another man came in and talked with the guy running the place. He directed this new man to a group of couches across the great room. Allen announced the man who just arrived was Dr. Chris Young and was setting up a clinic for each of us to be checked over for any injuries. He then talked with his foster boys and told them that any injuries they noticed in the showers were to be look at by the doctor. When we were done eating, we were to go see him. Again, the older kids were to help the younger ones.
Three of these five kids were the ones who were standing in the aisle at impact. They told us the doctors explained Newton's law of motion that states in part, that an object in motion stays in motion, until acted upon by an outside object. In this case, when the bus stopped, they continued forward till they contacted a bolted-down seat or the floor, causing their injuries.
A couple of them was still hungry, and sat at the bar on the stools while waiting for their soup and sandwiches.
Mr. Patton told us what some of us already knew, that Mr. Haines died on impact and Mr. Tilden had been injured, but was going to be ok. That set off Ronnie and Reggie in another crying fit. The nice older woman, Malea, came out of the kitchen to hold them and comfort them over on the nearest couch.
He didn't have specifics, but all the adults traveling in the van had sustained moderate to severe injuries, but would also live. He asked who belonged to the various adults.
Dylan & I and Travis & Luke held up our hands. I pointed out Ronnie and Reggie as Mr. Tilden's boys, and Dylan and I were named Hobbs. Travis said he had his brother were named Crane.
As we finished dinner, we were directed to Dr. Chris. Most of us were easy to check over, we were already naked, and he could see whatever he wanted. Those that dressed had to take everything off to be checked out. Dr. Chris cleaned and bandaged many scrapes and cuts, not touched by the paramedics as not severe enough.
My exam started with questions, and I told him about my head hurting, feeling dizzy, and having trouble remembering things. He told me to follow his finger with my eyes. He said my dizziness and memory problems was from a mild concussion and would clear quickly. I told him it already was clearing and the pain was no longer bothering me. He cleaned the cut on my forehead and closed it with butterfly bandages, and gave me two Tylenol. I was to tell Allen, if it got worse.
One girl needed two stitches on her leg that Dr. Chris was able to do that right there in the great room. The doctor had brought a large kit of supplies with him.
Malea was able to quiet down the twins and whispered something in their ear. They went up to Allen and tugged at his arm, "Is that an ice cream machine."
"Yes it is little ones," he replied. "Would you like an ice cream cone?"
"Yes please. Can I have a chocolate one?"
"Me too," chimed his brother.
"Of course you can!" he said leading the boys over to the machine located just inside the kitchen. He helped the twins get a cone and had them hold it as he controlled the thick flow filling the cone. As he turned back towards the great room, there was a line of more children waiting for a cone.
In addition to the cone dispenser, Malea brought out small cups, spoons, and a tray of ice cream toppings.
He quickly asked Jesse, the oldest of the foster boys, to take over the ice cream machine. Jesse has a nice dick too! His is the biggest one on display tonight, but we haven't seen the adult's dicks yet.
The ice cream machine quickly became the center of attention for the evening. Somehow, that machine, with its thick creamy treats, brought the kids back to something closer to normalcy before the evening was over. From no one talking at all, it was now everyone talking.
When done with the doctor, Mr. Patton had us call our parents or other relatives in the case of the injured adults. "Let them know you're all right, make sure they're coming to pick you up tomorrow and know where to find you, then let one of the adults speak to them." Allen passed out the Home's business cards with phone numbers and the address of where we were.
The home's landlines, their cell phones and some of our cell phones, were all put to use so everyone could contact home. Ten of my friends were only able to leave messages for their parents. Allen, Keona, and Mr. Patton talked to several parents to give driving directions and assurances that the kids were safe and secure in a qualified foster home and were completely safe till they could safely arrive.
At 9:00, Allan and Keona started encouraging us, especially the younger ones, to go to bed. I noticed that more of us were going nude than had at dinner. I had made fun of Travis' shorts he was wear and he went to his room and took them off.
The same groups who showered together returned to those same rooms for the night. The twins, who were still clinging to Allen, slept with Allen and one of the injured boys in Allen's king bed. Keona then slept with the other four injured boys to have someone with them in the other room. They were in a special bedroom that had belonged to their sons, Mark and Brian who were now grown. Their queen bed and the hide-a-bed fit all five well enough.
Cody's room had a queen bed too and he pulled out the queen size hide-a-bed, too. I quickly claimed the space next to Cody because I had plans. That left the hide-a-bed for Dylan and Mary Sue. I'm not sure what they did all night but Dylan was thrusting his hips at me in the morning, indicating he had done something with Mary Sue. He may have lost his cherry.
Cody and I did something too. I snuggled up behind him right up against him. My chest was pressing against his back. My dick, at first was tucked in the crease between his thighs. I kept my lube handy and when I was about to make my move, I used it to coat my dick.
I rolled back into my previous position, but this time, my dick was poking him in his butt crack. "Go ahead, put it in me," Cody whispered.
I found his pussy and shoved it in. I was fucking him good, till he said, "Damn, take it easy, we have all night." A little embarrassed I did as he asked. I'd never fucked anyone this way before. I'd always fucked like the men in the movie I saw did it.
In that triple-X video I'd seen, all the guys fucked their partners hard with a lot of skin slapping together and grunts when they slammed there dicks in whatever hole they were fucking. I thought that was how it was supposed to be done.
I have to admit it; Cody's way is nicer. I had an epic orgasm, but I may have gotten a little rough just as I squirted in him. I popped out of his ass and laid next to him trying to recover.
He then turned the tables on me. I felt him roll me to my side, push my legs up, and a finger with more goo on it go in my butthole. He slowly slipped his dick up my ass; I was too weak to stop him. He took his time fucking me. He was not nearly as rough with me as I had been with him. It was a lot more pleasant than when my brother did me. I was getting lightning bolts of pleasure as he fucked me, feelings I'd never felt before, I got hard again and I had another orgasm just from being fucked! I hadn't touched my dick.
That was the first time I'd ever been fucked by someone other than Dylan. Travis and I have talked about doing it, but never gone that far. I could have stopped him I wasn't THAT weak. I wanted him to fuck me. I'm glad I didn't stop him; it was great.
Cody taught me about the thing inside my butt producing the lightning bolts. It's called a prostate, is part the male reproduction system, and creates the best orgasms. We 69'd and stuck our fingers in each other's ass to play with our prostates as we sucked each other's cocks. That produced another intensive orgasm. Then he demonstrated how to find it using his dick, and made me cum while fucking me. I wasn't jacking my dick this time either when I cummed. Then I got to try it with him. I can now how find it with my fingers or my dick; it's all about angling towards the boy's front. We didn't get to sleep till after 11:30. I had five orgasms after we went to bed.
Day 2
When we came out of our rooms the next morning we found piles of clean and folded laundry in the great room. Each pile was sorted by the initials Keona had written on the tags on each piece. Even our shoes had been wiped clean.
The storm that caused the accident was called a Polar Vortex, according to the guy on the news. He also said the storm wasn't over yet. Mr. Patton was still here; even he couldn't make it home last night and stayed in the guest room. Him not having a car may have something to do with it. For breakfast, a few less kids wore their borrowed clothing as they had slept naked with the foster kids during the night.
I heard Ronnie didn't have a good night. He kept having a recurring nightmare. Several times during the night, he called out for his grandpa. Ronnie was the one who saw his grandfather die as the rebar came through the windshield, his brother had hidden his eyes at that moment. Allen and Keona were telling Mr. Patton that Ronnie and Reggie were Mr. Haines grandchildren as well as Mr. Tilden's children. They had missed that connection with the different last name; he was Mr. Tilden's father-in-law.
The TV
All day long, the news on the TVs kept telling people to stay off the roads, driving remained treacherous well into the afternoon. There were hundreds of reported accidents, but no more like ours.
The home's phone rang all day as concerned parents called to talk with their children since they could not safely reach them. Those parents were told to wait till tomorrow, which had clear weather predicted. The ten kids who couldn't reach their parents all tried several more times. Five of them finally got through.
All day long, the TV kept replaying the scenes of the accident; a 124-vehicle pile-up is national news. We got to watch our bus hit the steel truck a hundred times, and a hundred times the bundles of steel disappeared through the front window killing Mr. Haines inside. Whoever was sitting near Ronnie and Reggie tried to distract them when that news clip was replayed. We saw my dad swerve and hit the back of the bus and careen across the highway and slam sideways into the concrete divider, then be creamed by the flying Jeep. I cringed every time I saw that.
Pool Discovery
After breakfast, now that it was light outside we saw the home had a huge Jacuzzi, and an even larger pool with a waterfall and a diving board. When we found out it was heated, we begging Allen and Keona to let us go swimming. The air temperature only reached a high of 35°, but as long as we stayed in the 80° water, we were fine. We didn't have any swimsuits, but the guys living here didn't either so we swam nude. There wasn't much use of the diving board, it was too cold to get out and stand up there in the breeze. The last few holdouts that wore clothes at breakfast tossed those clothes so they could swim. After swimming, and Mr. Patton leaving, no more clothing was seen inside, even Allen and Keona were naked today. They have nice looking dicks, smaller than Jesse's actually, I'd like to try one of them in my ass.
Three of my five friends who were injured weren't allowed to swim, their casts, and bandages wouldn't allow it. Each had arrived with medication provided at the hospital and detailed instruction for pain management and infection control. Keona was keeping track and keeping them on schedule. Band-Aids that came off in the water, Keona replaced from the supply the doctor left.
We discovered one whole corner of the great room was dedicated to video games. Right next to it was this huge game room with a jute box, a Jacks Open pinball game, a pool table, shuffleboard table, foosball table, a Ping-Pong table, an air hockey table, chess/checkers table, a poker table, and a whole bookshelf of board games. The great room had a large theater screen that dropped from the ceiling, which utilized a projection TV system; they also had a large video library.
They had lots of really cool stuff, but being able to go around naked and fuck any of these boys, as long as I asked first, was all I could ever want. Cody was right too; the longer I was naked, the longer I went between erections, getting off helped too. Even seeing Luke and Dylan naked wasn't boning me up as often.
During the day, Cody set me up with a couple of the other willing foster boys. I used it as a learning experience. I let them fuck me first just to see how they did it. Both were just like Cody, gentle entry, and a slow, steady rhythm, only speeding up at the very end. I tried to emulate their method when it was my turn in their asses.
As we went to bed Saturday night, Dylan didn't want to sleep with Mary Sue again, so he joined Cody and me in the regular bed. It was my first time to play with two boys at the same time. At my brother's sleepovers, I would fuck him and his sleepover friends, but it was always one at a time.
This was my first time to fuck someone while being fucked at the same time.
Another first was a dick up my ass and another in my mouth at the same time. That's how I learned the term spit-roasted as it related to sex. That time I squirted the sheet.
I was sucked till I cummed.
Mary Sue was pissed that she wasn't getting any of the action, and finally got up and walked out. I heard she ended up with Jesse. He's not gay, just hard to place because of his age. She had a great time with his big dick.
Then I allowed Cody and my brother to tie me to the bed. Unable to get away, they did whatever they wanted to me. Cody stuck a vibrator in my ass and timed me to see how long it would take to make me to squirt.
Next, my dick was tickled to an orgasm by a feather, of all things. Cody really knows a lot of fun sex stuff. I can't wait to try that on Tyler.
Cody and I then ganged up on Dylan next. We tortured him. Since he only has dry orgasms, Cody and I masturbated him with various methods, to a climax six or seven times, his dick never wilting. He fell asleep after that. This is by far, the best church retreat ever.
I was again pummeling Cody's prostrate into submission and he explained to me that I should never pull my dick out as soon as I orgasmed, that I should take my time and remove it slowly. So after my sixth orgasm, I left my dick in him, but we fell asleep before I could pull out. So that was another first too. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. hard as a steel post and still inside him. I gently rocked my hips, another first, I had sex with a sleeping boy. I didn't wake him and I cummed for the seventh time since going to bed.
Seven times, was good enough to have set a new personal record for most orgasms in one day, but it was already Sunday morning for that last one, but with the two earlier in the afternoon, I'd had eight orgasms on Saturday and did set my record.
Day 3 – The Pick-ups – Feb 26
Today is Sunday, day three of our Waco vacation. It should have been our first full day of the retreat up in Oklahoma; instead, the parents are coming to pick up their kids today to take them home. It's a three-hour drive from San Antonio to McGregor, and Phillip was already here when we came out for breakfast.
The first person to arrive was Pastor David, our senior pastor of the church; he was skipping his own Sunday service to be with us. He had already heard from a couple of parents that their children had been taken into a den of nudists and perverts. He wanted to be there to deflect any objections when those parents arrived.
He came out of Allen's office to the table as we were arriving for breakfast. Everybody crowded around him, and Pastor David hugged each and every naked child, taking special care when hugging the boy with the broken ribs. I noticed when he hugged us, one of his hands always ended up on the kid's butt, boy or girl.
Pastor David asked Allen if there was a place where he and his son could pray, being the Sabbath and all. Allen told them to just use Martin's room. For complete privacy, they only needed to close the door. No one would enter when the door was closed.
With a location secured, he asked Martin, "Got some time for some personal worship? Allen said we could use your room."
"Sure dad, let's go." He replied then told his room host they were borrowing the bedroom for a half hour.
Personal worship my ass. While Martin and I aren't best friends, we're close enough to talk. On more than one occasion, Martin has slipped references about the `relationship' he has with his father. I've also seen the way Martin walks after one of these sessions, like he still has a dick up his ass, if you know what I mean. So it's not widely known, but some of us know Pastor David is fucking Martin.
The walls in this place are thick and therefore soundproof. The weak spot in the room for an eavesdropper is the entry door from the hallway. The door is an inch above the floor allowing sound to pass under the closed door.
Pastor David and Martin walked hand-in-hand into the residential section, down the long hallway, and into Martin's temporary room.
Determined to at least hear what was going on, I snuck down the hallway after I heard the door solidly close.
I sat in the alcove of the room's entrance, not sure how I would explain my presence here if someone walks by. I am violating all sorts of privacy here, but I can't help it, I'm a horny, curious 14-year-old boy! I know Allen's going to read this I'm sorry I eavesdropped, Mr. Jeffries.
I couldn't hear everything that went on behind the thick closed door, I could hear talking, but not the specific words. I only heard things when there was more emphasis behind the words.
"Prepare yourself to receive God's bounty."
"Please father, try not to hurt me this time."
"I am nothing but God's messenger, everything from me is a direct gift from God almighty."
"Uuh, uuh, uuh, uuh. Oh praise the Lord, his bounty flows through me and in to you son. Accept this gift of semen as evidence of God's love and keep it inside you."
Man, I would have loved to see what Pastor David was doing at this very moment. I'm sure it was so fuckin' hot. Not that I haven't had a piece of Martin's fine ass before, but to see his own father doing him would be worth the embarrassment of getting caught spying on them.
Travis came down the hall catching me listening at the door. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked way louder than I would have liked.
"Ssshhhhh!" I hissed holding my finger to my lips. "Sit down and listen."
"Ok son, prepare yourself for your next gift." I could hear deep breathing like when I'm going to swim under water and I hyperventilate so I can hold my breath longer.
"That's enough son, lay on the bed with your head hanging over the edge." Then it got real quiet. "Here I come boy." Martin exploded in a coughing fit. "That's ok son, relax for a minute and then relax your throat and we'll try again." He did more deep breathing. "Relax son. You ready boy?"
This time there was no coughing. "Swallow me boy!" Pastor David commanded. There were several seconds of quiet, "Almost there son, stay calm, you'll be able to breathe in a few seconds."
"You are receptacle of God's love. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit, I feed thee the fluids that create LIFE. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Stay still son just a few more seconds. . ."
There was a sudden rush of air as Martin could once again breathe. The intensity of his breaths diminished over the next few seconds. "You ok son?" We did not hear how Martin replied.
I realized they were coming out of the room and we ran to the far end of the hall. They came out and turned toward the great room, Travis and I walked slowly along behind them. Martin must have forgotten he wasn't wearing underwear this time, semen was visibly running down his leg.
Pastor David left his son in the great room and went to Allen's office. Travis and I walked up behind Martin, using the towel I was carrying, I wiped his butt crack from bottom to top, sopping up the leaking semen, "You're leaking a bit of his semen, Martin." He face turned ashen white as he turned facing us. "You're not going say anything are you?"
"Well that depends on you in the next few minutes."
"What do you mean?" Martin asked.
"Come with us." We led Martin back into the residential section and turned into Cody's room, which was also empty.
"Ok, get down on all fours."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing your dad isn't already doing."
"You gonna feed me too, like you did at the retreat?"
"Yeah, but we're gonna feed both ends at the same time."
"Bitchin!" He dropped to his knees and fell forward to his hands. Travis got behind him and I took the position in front. He wrapped his lips around my dick and started giving me what I would call a professional blowjob. Travis, at his rear didn't need lube or anything his hole was loose and still leaking his dad's cum. Travis' dick slipped in him silently.
We got into a rhythm where we both thrust in at the same time, Travis slapping up against his butt, me sliding through his mouth at the same time, hitting his nose against my pubes. Sometimes I let Travis' thrust drive his mouth down my cock then pull him back off.
It was still early, I had cummed once before breakfast with Cody, so it took both of us a while to reach our orgasms.
Travis got there first and called out, "You are receptacle of God's love. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit, I feed thee the fluids that create LIFE."
My balls boiled over with that and said, "I am nothing but God's messenger, everything from me is a direct gift from God almighty.
We fed Martin from both ends and immediately the heavy breathing began. Martin was breathing heavy too, he squirted a load on the floor, and was soaking it up with a towel. As I started to pull out of his mouth, he clamped down on me with his lips. As I pulled away, he milked my dick of the residual cum. Travis had already vacated his ass.
Look at his butthole, it's staying open," Travis exclaimed.
"Would you mind if Travis and I switch places?" I asked Martin.
"Sure why not!"
"How about we take a time-out on the bed?" I suggested. Martin laid face down knowing he was leaking, and asked Travis to massage his hole to help it close up. Surprisingly, that actually worked.
As we laid on the bed, Martin spoke up, "You know I don't mind you fucking me, but don't make fun of my dad like that. He's a good dad, he just has this fantasy that he likes to play out with me."
"Ok, you're right, I'm sorry, how often do you guys do it?
"Usually once a day."
"How long you been doing this?"
"Since I was seven. But I was only recently able to take him down my throat. He really likes that."
"How far down your throat does he go?" Martin pointed to the very top of his breastbone. "Damn, how long is he?"
"Hard, his dick is like 9" long."
"Isn't it too big for your butt?"
"Nah, he calls it a 9"-slim. Actually feels like Travis' dick, just a little fatter.
We stayed on the bed for our second round. Travis took his mouth and I was at his ass. I lifted his legs up and plowed his rectum, Travis took the position his father used with Martin's head over the side of the bed. We couldn't match what his father did to him, our dick's aren't nearly that long.
I used a couple things Cody has been showing me about having sex, and sawed in and out of Martin's ass with long smooth strokes. I even masturbated Martin's dick while I fucked him. He actually cummed first, launching a shower over his chest and stomach.
When were done with our second feeding, Martin actually complemented me. "I really like the way you fucked me, the slow strokes feel really good. I would have liked to watch, maybe next time." Cool, there's going to be a next time, we have a new fuck buddy. We'll have to introduce him to the closet under the stairs at church.
We got ourselves cleaned up with a wet washrag, and stopped Martin's butthole from leaking by stuffing some toilet paper up his butt. We casually walked back to the great room.
But there would be no next time very soon, at least for me. Martin went home that night with his dad.
The eavesdropper in me went back to work and I sat on a couch outside Allen's office. The adults were inside talking about what reactions some of the parents might have. They decided to give each group that arrived a tour of the home through the great room, past the kitchen, to the game room, then the classroom, and after a stop to look out over the patio and into the pool, they then would be taken into Allen's office. Only then, they would call for the kids belonging to the parents. This would give them a glimpse of what it was like around here and more importantly what was, or was not worn inside the home.
I told our entire group that when anyone was called to the office to be picked up by their parents that several of us should go with them, and we should all be naked. We need to show the parents it wasn't as bad as some thought, that these guys aren't perverts.
You may have figured it out already, but I'm an eavesdropper. I hang out near people having conversation that might be interesting. Here at the home, it's easy, nobody closes their doors, except that once.
Allen made an announcement on the PA system, that only an adult was to answer the door today, and that he and Keona would be dressed to receive our parents. No one else needed to be dressed.
We were happy to see Pastor David and crowded around him. He hugged each of us ignoring our nudity, taking special care when hugging the boy with the broken ribs.
The first parents arrived just before 10:00. Two sets of parents in a van, and another single parent following in a separate vehicle. They ended up in the office after the mini-tour. They even witnessed eight hardy naked children already outside in the pool. Today, Texas weather was back to normal and the high was predicted to reach 78°, but it wasn't that high this early.
On the tour, they were introduced to Malea and Mai, as the ones whose herculean efforts had fed the additional 40 children, going from meals for fifteen up to fifty-five. They were wearing just their normal aprons.
I hung out in the seating area near Allen's office to hear what was happening in the office, Pastor David, formally introduced Allen and Keona as the humanitarian champions that kept their children out of Juvenal Hall for two days. He stressed several times that they were the truest of heroes. Allen and Keona looked embarrassed by what Pastor David was saying about them.
Given the kid's names, Allen called for the three of them over the intercom. Eighteen naked children showed up and we crowded into the office. The parents of the three called, all rushed to hug their children, ignoring their nudity. Allen introduced the three foster boys that had taken on the duties of host for the three being picked up. The rest were just their church friends that the parents already knew, but I'll bet they'd never seen us naked before.
With all the legal release paperwork cleared up by Mr. Patton, Allen suggested the three take their parents and show them where they had spent the last couple of nights. They got a more detailed tour of the game room, video corner, kitchen with its soft-serve machine, and the pool area on the way to the residential section. In their rooms, they dejectedly put their clothes back on, for some the first time since handing over their clothes to be washed on Friday. This scene repeated itself several times through the day.
One of the cooks, the younger one, had to make a grocery run to re-stock the depleted pantry and stocked up on bread and fresh foods in time for lunch.
Several groups coordinated their trips; most arrived as soon as they could get here. One mother arrived Sunday night at 9:30 p.m. driving up after getting off a 12-hour work shift. Keona and Allen refused to let her leave; she was falling asleep in their office while talking with them. They put her in the guest room for the night, her son choosing to stay in his currently assigned room. He was more than pleased to have his anus invaded by his host one more time, and to return the favor as well.
All but Eleven
Dylan and me; Travis and Luke; and Ronnie and Reggie, all knew we weren't going anywhere today with our parents still in the hospital. At least they were now in stable condition and Allen told us we would go see them tomorrow.
What surprised everyone was five boys, from four families, were not picked up either. They thought all parents had been contacted, but these five were only able to leave voicemails and unanswered text messages.
Phillip spoke with each of them individually after dinner and figured out that the four sets of parents scheduled a Mexico resort vacation to coincide with their children's church retreat.
Pastor David offered to take the five boys home with him, but since they were officially in the foster care system, it would take their parents to get them released. Pastor David and Martin left Sunday evening.
Phillip was able to locate some out-of-state relatives, but decided to leave them here as a cost-effective short-term solution. They knew where the parents were and when they would return. Interestingly enough, all eleven of us were boys.
Hospital Visits – Feb 27-March 3
Monday, the mom that arrived late and her son departed after breakfast. We started our visits to our parents in the hospital. The other five boys wanted to go visit them with us. We took the home's 22-passenger bus into Waco.
Starting Tuesday, everybody went, all the foster kids as well, but not the cooks. We visited the hospital first, but the foster boys didn't go inside. Then we would go to a real restaurant for lunch, not some cheap fast food joint either, a real sit-down, order-off-a-menu restaurant. After lunch, we went to some place of interest, the Dr. Pepper museum, the Brazos River Park, Cameron Zoo, the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame, or some other place. We had a pretty good spring break in spite of what happened.
Troop Meeting – March 2
All the kids in this home age eleven or over are Boy Scouts I found out Thursday, as they dressed in their uniforms and went to their troop meeting after dinner.
Vacationers Return – March 3
The five boys whose parents were in Mexico weren't expecting to hear from them until they got home on Friday and only see them Saturday morning. The parents received the text and voice messages on their cell phones, when one Dad turned on his cell phone after landing to change planes in Dallas. They called while taxing in from the runway. Rather than catch their connecting flight to San Antonio, they rented a Ford fifteen-passenger van for the one-way trip from Dallas to San Antonio with a stop in McGregor. They arrived after dinner.
After the parents called, Allen called Phillip and told him the eight missing parents were on their way from Dallas. They would be reaching McGregor after dinner. Phillip was there to meet them and complete his paperwork. They had called Pastor David on the drive from Dallas and had been filled in on what had happened and what to expect when they arrived at the It's A Boys' Life home.
When they arrived, their kids greeted them in the nude expecting a different reaction than what they got. The eight parents explained that the Mexican resort they had been to, was also clothing optional; they too had spent the week naked. They then asked if it was permissible to join their children in the way they were dressed. This retreat will go down in the history books for the most naked adults ever!
They relieved themselves of their clothing right there in the great room, joining their kids. I was drooling, but I was drooling over one father's eight-inch long cock, all of their dicks were beautifully tanned after a week in the Mexican sun. I got a raging hard-on looking at them, Cody had just returned from Scouts, and noticed my condition. He took me to the bathroom near the front door, and sucked me off, allowing it to relax so I could go back in. There was more evidence that I was gay.
They sat in the large seating area by the big fireplace and talked for a couple hours about the accident and the tragedy of losing Mr. Haines, but how his driving skill and sacrifice, most likely saved many lives. Had he panicked, or changed lanes onto the shoulder without signaling, who knew how many would have died.
Realizing it was getting late, they asked about the nearest hotel and what time they could visit their friends tomorrow.
Allen stated the nearest hotel was right here and they were welcome to spend the night. Allen put two couples in Mark and Brian's room and the other couple in the spare bedroom reserved for temporary placements. The kids were thrilled that they get to spend another night playing hide-the-wennie.
With everyone all caught up, the boys convinced their naked parents to accompany them to the back yard for a late-night swim in the heated water. We stayed in the pool, the adults migrated to the Jacuzzi and Malea provided mixed Hawaiian-style drinks. We didn't go to bed till midnight.
We were first in line for visitation at the hospital Saturday morning. The eight adults with their five children were departing for San Antonio directly from the hospital after their visits, so were packed and ready to go when we left for Waco.
With our total group of eleven boys and nine adults, we split up into groups of five, which helped the nurses. Fifteen minutes in each room, then we would rotate to a different room. Our visits were spread out around the hospital.
Mom Released
My mom was seated in the back of the van behind my Dad and had the fewest injuries. Her seat belt held her securely, but she still had a whiplash from the side impact. She had received no impacts to her body strong enough to break bones. Her whiplash however was severe enough to crack one vertebrae in her neck. With so few injuries we learned she was ready to be released, but she was resisting going back to San Antonio, she wanted to remain near my Dad. Her concern was getting Dylan and I back in school on Monday. We didn't want to go either, we wanted to stay with Mom and Dad, but we also didn't want to fall behind at school. Allen listened to those trying to solve this problem, and then offered his solution.
"Um, maybe I can help." Allen interjected.
"Oh, we can't expect you to do any more than you've already done," that's how my mom always is.
"Yes you can, it really isn't all that difficult. We'll take you to the Home where you can stay with your children till your husband is released. My partner, Keona, is a teacher in the McGregor School District. He can contact your son's schools, get their current lesson plans, and teach them in our classroom."
"You do that for people you don't even know?"
"I have eleven foster children that I didn't know before they moved in," Allen said. "What's a few more on a temporary basis? In fact, we can do that for all six children."
The San Antonio bound group departed for home and Mom came home with us. On the way, Allen explained the home's clothing optional lifestyle. She pulled down the sun visor so she could see us in the back with the mirror. "And you guys are ok with this?"
"Yeah Mom, its cool! Watch what happens when we get home."
When we entered the house, we were surrounded by the naked foster boys. I haven't been naked in front of my mom for years and I stripped naked right in front of her. Mom threw in the towel, but not her clothes.
We showed Mom around the home and she finally asked Allen, "So where do you want the boys and me to stay?"
"Well," I said, "we could put you all together, or you could leave the boys sharing the rooms they're currently in and you could have your own room."
"Mom, please? We're happy where we are," I begged.
Mom again relented to our pleadings. She could see that we were no worse off for our week of living and sleeping among a bunch of nudists.
In fact, she admitted she was encouraged by what she was witnessing. She hadn't seen either of us naked for several years, and now here we were, standing before her stark naked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Well, duh, that because it IS the most natural thing in the world.
Settling In For the Duration – March 4
It's A Boys' Life home for Boys now had its first `long-term guest' adult female. They had other women guests before, but not one who `lived' here with them for longer than a night or two. My dad still has a long way to go in his recovery.
Getting Mom Settled
My mom's injuries required her to wear a cervical collar to allow the cracked vertebrae to heal, and help her whiplash recover. The rest of her minor bumps and bruises would heal over time.
Mom was what Allen called a typical new nudist, after the initial reluctance phase, she began accepting nudism as natural and finally appeared only wearing her cervical collar at breakfast. This was the first time I can ever remember seeing her naked and I complimented her, "Fine looking body, Mom. I like your necklace with that outfit." She blushed at my compliment, but she also smiled at me. Her cervical collar did match her complexion.
One of the foster boys, whose guest had left Saturday, was becoming good friends with Dylan. Dylan asked if it would be ok with me if he switched rooms to bunk with Jason who was a year younger than he was. "Do I still get to fuck you occasionally?" I asked.
"Duh, of course. He's only eleven! He's got a little kiddy dick, `course it also means his ass is really tight too. This will just give us both more room. Three in a queen bed is a little crowded." He moved to Jason's room.
Back to School – March 6
Monday morning Keona was in his classroom calling our schools and explaining why we weren't there. They had seen the news about the accident and earlier today, our friends that went home told the schools why we were absent. Keona told them the six kids would be missing school for the near future. He explained he was a certified teacher in the McGregor Independent School District and would be assuming their schooling in a home-school environment. He asked for and received faxed lesson plans and homework assignments for the next few weeks.
School started Monday after lunch, spring break and our "retreat" is over.
Finding the Luggage
One of the church deacons stopped by today. He had come up to retrieve our luggage from the sheriff. He stopped by the home and we pulled out the luggage belonging to us, not that we would need all those clothes now that we're nudists. I actually had to get dressed to go out front to help.
Getting Better
Mom is not restricted from anything except heavy lifting and doing headstands, so every day she would either accompany Mai to Waco on a grocery run, or borrow Mai's car and make the run herself. She told us it made her feel useful. She also visited Dad and the other four adults in the hospital. Dylan, I, and the other boys only went with her three times a week, and when we went, she borrowed the Suburban.
Ray Tilden – March 6
Ray Tilden was the next to be released. His only injury was that he nearly had been scalped. The flap of skin containing his hair had been torn from the top of his head all the way to where the head curves down near the back. He lost a lot of blood, but not his scalp. Doctors were able to clean the underside of the skin flap and the top of his skull and replant his hair. They trimmed the edges and plastic surgeons were able to sew his scalp back in place.
Infection was the most feared recovery obstacle and his release was delayed when one developed that the doctors were afraid would spread to his brain. He has a very neat gap in his hair on three sides of his head. Otherwise, there was only a mild concussion and no other brain damage. When the infection was finally under control, he was released. The surgeons wanted to see him two more times before returning to San Antonio. He was put in Mark and Brian's old room along with his sons Ronnie and Reggie. They scheduled their return through the church and stayed another week so he could make his final appointments.
Troop Campout – March 9-12
Wednesday night was Cody's birthday, turning thirteen. Malea made this awesome desert called Hula Pie made from Oreo cookie crust, homemade macadamia nut ice cream, a frozen chocolate shell, and served with hot fudge, whipped cream, and more nuts. A desert she invented when she worked as a chef in Hawaii.
Thursday night was again troop meeting for the eleven and older boys. Friday after dinner, the same boys all went camping with their troop. Keona went too, taking the Big Red Bus. He's an assistant Scoutmaster. Dylan and I were without our hosts for the first time, so he came to my room and slept with me, at least we slept after we fucked like bunnies for an hour. It was quiet around the house with seven of the eleven guys gone camping. Except for us, anyone left was ten or under. For the weekend Travis and I were their big brothers, it was actually kinda fun.
Carl & Pat Crane – March 12
Travis and Luke's parents were to be released only two days after Mr. Tilden was scheduled to leave for San Antonio. Both were on the same side of the car and had similar injuries to the same sides of their bodies. Both of their heads hit the side windows when the van slammed into the median, causing contusions and concussions. Mr. Crane also had an intracranial hemorrhage and they had to drill a hole in his skull.
Both of their necks suffered whiplash from the sudden side impact.
Their bodies were also slammed into their respective doors, their shoulders and by proximity, their clavicles, upper arms, elbows, lower arms, wrists, hands, and right side ribs all came in contact with various door parts like armrests and door handles. Between the two of them, most everything I listed was broken. If it wasn't broken, it was strained, sprained, or badly bruised.
Pat fared the worst, her shoulder was destroyed by the part of the door just below the window. Her shoulder had to be replaced. The only reason they were being released was that there was an excellent orthopedic shoulder specialist in San Antonio.
Upon their release, neither could use their right sides, leaving only their left side to handle daily tasks. It would be weeks before they would have two functioning hands again. Travis and Luke would have to step up at home and really help around the house. Their insurance would also help pay for an in-home caretaker while the boys were in school.
Ray delayed his family's return a few days so the church only had to drive up once to pick up all seven of them. This time a second driver brought our other car and dropped it off, everyone returned in the passenger van the church provided.
Keona provided folders of completed quizzes and homework assignments the boys had completed as part of their home schooling.
Terry Hobbs
My Dad was royally screwed in the accident. If it hadn't been for that Jeep driver, all he would have had was a mild concussion from when his head hit the side window. As it was, the steering column was shoved into his chest cracking eight ribs, four on either side. Another inch and his heart would have been crushed, killing him. But that was still minor. He may never walk again. The three major bones in both of his legs were broken, all in multiple places and his kneecaps were shattered into little pieces, requiring fake replacement kneecaps.
Now several surgeries later, he has stainless steel rods and plates straightening and holding his Femur, Tibia, and Fibula in place. He's gonna have some gnarly looking scars though. I got to see them when we were visiting. Mom had taken Dylan to the cafeteria downstairs, when Dad threw off the sheet and pulled up his gown so I could see them. I got to see his dick too, he not that much bigger than me.
"You're checking out my dick aren't you," he asked. "We're about the same, aren't we?"
Embarrassed, I said, "Yeah, you're just a little bigger than me. Wanna see mine?"
"No, that's ok, son, and it's ok to be curious about things like that. You know, mine works just like yours, and has the same needs yours has. My problem is there's no way for me to hide the evidence."
I knew exactly what he was talking about; I've been hiding the evidence for a couple years now. I hated it when mom found cum stains on my sheets and underwear to the point I learned how to do my own laundry. I could see what he meant as far as having the same needs too, as his dick was growing fast. He needed to get himself off, but the problem was his semen.
Cody has been teaching me about all the correct names of body parts and stuff. Semen is the correct name for the stuff that shoots out of your dick when you cum, it's not just sperm but other stuff too.
I watched his dick get bigger and bigger. It was lying between his thighs but as it got harder, it climbed up on top on one, and then it flopped around till it was pointing at his shoulder. Then it picked itself off his stomach and went to pointing up at the wall above his head somewhere. He was fully hard, and so was I, but mine was still in my pants.
"So you haven't ejaculated since the accident?"
He shook his head, "I don't dare. It would be too embarrassing to need a nurse to clean up the mess."
I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his gorgeous dick. His glans was just like mine a full roman gladiator helmet. "No son, not here, the semen will go all over the place."
"No it won't Dad," I said and pulled his dick over, pointing it at my face. I wrapped my lips around his shaft just under the corona. I sucked on his penis like Cody had taught me.
Dad let out an, "Oh my God, son" and relaxed his body accepting that I was going to suck him through an ejaculation. He moved his hand to the back of my neck and tickled me at the hairline as I performed fellatio on him (there's a word-of-the-day for you).
Dad continued complementing me on my skills on his dick, "Oh yeah son, that's perfect," and "Oh God, Tyler that feels so good," then "You're gonna make me cum soon boy, keep that up, but use your tongue around my glans more." Finally, his fingers tickling my neck stopped and he held me by the back of my head. He was about to cum, I could tell. The rest of his body tensed up, and I felt him pulling on my head, trying to force more his dick further into my mouth. But the trick Cody taught me was to keep my hand wrapped around any dick I sucked, which would limit how far it could go into my mouth. Dad's dick would have been in my throat had it not been for my hand stopping my mouth.
"I'm cumming son. Oh my god! Swallow it boy!"
I don't know how long it's been since he ejaculated or how much he usually ejaculated, but today, I thought I was going to drown. His cum was thicker than Cody's and way thicker than Luke's. He shot eight times, each hitting the back of my throat that I had blocked with my tongue. After each one, I quickly swallowed the gooey substance. It was kinda bitter and a little unpleasant, but this was my Dad, and he needed this. After the eighth one, it changed to just dribbles. He let my head go, and his body relaxed. I held his deflating penis in my mouth and worked his urethra with my fingers coaxing the last of his semen out of his dick.
"Oh fuck son, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"Don't worry Dad, boys can't get pregnant that way," I said smiling. Besides, you didn't do anything to me, I sucked your dick, remember?"
"I owe you Son."
I stood and pulled his gown back down to about his knees, and pulled his sheet back up. Not 30 second later Mom and Dylan came back into the room. I think they were waiting outside the door.
When we got home, Dylan told me, "Mom saw ya, you know."
"What did she see?" I asked.
"I don't know. Whatever you and dad were doing. We was coming back and she made the turn into the room, and stopped cold. She did a 180, pushed me back down the hall to the waiting room. She stood outside the door and waited till it was over, then went in.
Mom came into me and Cody's room that night and sat on my side of the bed. At first, she just looked down at me smiling, and combed my hair with fingers.
"What is it Mom?"
She finally found the words, "Thank you, for what you did for your dad today. It's something that I. . . well, I just can't do that for him. He needed that, but you know that already." She was embarrassed, but continued, "It's ok to do that whenever you visit him till he gets out." Her face was now beet red, so she stood, kissed me, and left the room.
"What did you do to your dad?" Cody asked.
I didn't answer. At least not verbally, I answered orally, I sucked Cody's dick, till he exploded.
"You gave your dad a blowjob?"
I nodded.
"In the hospital? Fuck me!" he exclaimed, but I took it as an invitation. I rolled him up on his back, and fucked his tight ass. Then he fucked mine before we fell asleep. We had school tomorrow.
Terry's Prognosis - March 14
Allen and Keona talked with my dad's doctors, and then talked with my mom without inviting me or Dylan. Mom filled me in on what was going to happen. Dad was going to be in the hospital at least another month, maybe more. So Dylan and I were going to transfer to the McGregor School District, and attend Isbell Junior High.
I'm gonna miss Travis and Luke, but it's not like we're selling our house in Pleasanton, we'll be back there eventually. But having eleven new friends, eight of whom are more than willing to play around in bed, I'll get by. Cody's still my #1 go-to friend for sex or anything really. Keona said we've bonded, whatever that means.
Real School – March 20
March 20, Dylan and I started school at Isbill Junior High. Mom modified her visitation schedule to allow Dylan and I to go with her, on Monday and Wednesday, after we came after school, and on Saturday mornings. We went to our first Scout meeting with all the other boys, March 23
Sun Ranch – March 24-26
Mom, me and Dylan have been here four weeks now and everyone was getting ready to go to that place Cody told me about where everybody is naked all the time, Sun Ranch. Apparently, they all go there the fourth weekend of every month. Cody asked me if I was going. I had to ask mom.
What I didn't know was Allen had already convinced Mom that she needed a break from the daily hospital visits, and yes, we were going too. There was room for five more guests in the bus, and guys invited five of their friends to go along. Their bus has twenty-three seats and that was how many were going.
On Saturday morning at Sun Ranch, Mom came out of her bedroom without her cervical collar; her pain was mostly gone and she had a full range-of-motion. She still had some exercises, but no longer required the collar. Mom was almost better.
Me and Cody had a great time doing all sorts of stuff. We went on a horseback ride Saturday afternoon, played miniature golf, attended a cooking class for boys that Malea and Mai taught, shot arrows, and threw knives and axes.
It was different, being around 200 people that were all naked. But sexual activity in public can get you kicked out, so none the people were saw were doing anything sexy. Me and Cody saved that for inside the house at night.
Dad Visit – March 27
After our trip to Sun Ranch, mom again took Dylan and I to see dad. We sat around talking for a while like normal, then Mom said, "I need to stretch my legs, I'm going to walk around a while. I'll be back in half an hour. Come on Dylan, you come with me and we'll let Tyler visit with Dad.
"Mom," I interjected, "Dylan can stay this time."
She looked at me with questioning eyes. She wanted to object, something she rarely does.
"I mean it Mom, Dylan should stay too."
She walked out by herself.
I pulled the sheet off Dad's chest down to his ankles, allowing Dylan to see the lower scars on Dad's legs.
"Isn't he a little too young, Tyler?"
"No Dad. He knows about this, you're his Dad too and he wants to be here for you. Don't worry." Dad allowed me to proceed and I raised the hem of his gown up to his neck. Now we could see the bruises and the bandages where his cracked ribs were, and of course his penis which was again on the rise.
Whatever you do Dylan, don't touch Dad's chest in the area of the bandages or anywhere on his legs near his scars. Go ahead, take it." Dylan reached out and wrapped his smaller hand around Dad's penis.
"He's not much bigger than you Tyler. I could take him up my butt, I bet."
"Yeah, we both could, but not in his condition now, maybe when we get him home."
"No. You. Won't." Dad emphatically said. "If I'm that well healed, you mother and I will be. . . We'll be able to have intercourse again."
His penis was just about to reach launch position and Dylan couldn't take his eyes off it. His hand began stroking the large shaft.
"Oh, Dylan, that feels so good."
"Go for it, Dylan. Do it." I encouraged.
Dylan leaned over putting weight on the bed, but not on any of Dad's damaged areas. He took Dad's penis in his mouth and continued stroking what didn't fit in him, which was most of it.
"Don't let him do that Tyler. . ."
"It's ok Dad, trust me this time, we know what we're doing, just relax and enjoy."
Dylan was doing a great job on Dad's dick. He was receiving the same praise Dad had given me a few days ago. Dad was climbing higher and higher on the arousal scale. I was waiting for specific clues, I didn't want Dylan to drown, that was part of our agreement. Dad's hips began little thrusts and his sack shriveled up bringing his balls up against the base of his dick. I cupped them in my fingers.
"Ok Dylan, time to switch." Dylan knew what to do, we practiced this at Sun Ranch on Cody. His free hand reached for Dad's balls and he pulled his mouth off Dad's penis. I grabbed Dad's dick and pulled it to me. I opened wide and took as much of him in as I could without choking.
Again, I kept my hand around the base of his dick, and Dad's hand was at the back of my head again, he tried pulling me down on him, but my hand stopped my mouth from being overstuffed. Interesting, he didn't do that with Dylan's head.
He pulsed seven times in my mouth and each time I swallowed him down. I pulled off his dick and Dylan swooped back in. This was all part of our plan, for agreeing to pull off at the beginning of his orgasm, Dylan got the dribbles and got to taste his dad`s adult cum. This time Dylan finished cleaning him up. "I like your cum better," Dylan told me.
I pulled his gown back down and told Dylan to tell mom she could come back in. She was sitting out in the waiting room. I pulled the sheet back up covering Dad before she walked in.
We continued the visit by telling dad all about our visit to Sun Ranch and how much fun it was. Mom admitted she enjoyed it, especially the Bingo games. It seems every time I told him about something I did, it was Cody and me did this, or Cody and I went there. Finally, dad asked when he was going to meet my new friend Cody. Today was Monday, so we promised to bring him with us on Wednesday.
I couldn't wait to tell Cody my Dad wanted to meet him. Cody couldn't go with us Wednesday after school he had a patrol meeting.
A Visit to Allen and Keona's Bedroom – Mar 30
I know what the rules are around here, you have to ask for what you want. After considerable back-and-forth between Cody, and me he finally agreed to go with me to see his dads. Thursday, after my mom went to bed, Cody escorted me into his dads' room. "Hi Dads, Tyler wants to ask you something."
Shit that wasn't what he was supposed to say he was supposed to help me ask. Now I was on my own, and I couldn't find the words. I sounded like a jackass, "Um, I uh . . just want . ."
"Calm down Tyler, every boy has the same problem their first time too, even Cody. It took me a half hour to figure out he wanted me to suck his dick.
Oh, the look on Cody's face was priceless he got all red and was looking at anything but his dads.
"What is it you need Tyler?"
"Well you know my dad's in the hospital and there's no way for him to get off because my mom won't, you know, suck him . . ."
"Ok, how can we help you?" Allen asked.
"Well, I've sucked him off, but what he really wants, is to go deeper."
"You mean deeper as in deeper into your throat?" Allen asked.
"I could only nod my reply."
"Is that all? Most boys come in here wanting us to make love to them, that was Cody's second trip in here."
"Well that would be great too, but I need to learn how to let him in my throat; for my dad." I said.
"Cody, please go to the pantry and bring us a hot dog, but warm it in the microwave for fifteen seconds first," Keona instructed Cody.
"So how about we do both? You do want to find out what it feels like to be made love too?"
"Yes sir that would be great, I think I'm making love to Dylan, but I'm not sure. If you could make love to me, then I can do a better job making love to Dylan. Cody says you guys are the best."
"You're a pretty special boy Tyler, you must really love Dylan and the rest of your family."
"Thank you sir, I'd like to think so."
"If you call me sir one more time, I think I'll puke and that will destroy the mood we're developing here. Call me Allen, or better yet, at least tonight, call me dad or daddy, your choice.
"Come on up here between me and Keo."
I crawled up on the bed and snuggled under the covers. Cody returned with the not so cold hot dog.
"Come on over here Cody, next to me." Keona told him.
"You're nervous right now Tyler, how about I make love to you first and when you've relaxed, then Keo will teach you to deep throat. That requires you to be able to relax.
Learning to Make Love
Allen got between my legs, raised my legs straight up, and then pushed them towards the wall behind us. My butt rolled right up off the mattress. Allen moved his face down there and stuck his tongue straight into my anus. Did ya notice I'm doing better with the names of parts? Cody's been teaching me. Oh man, his tongue in me felt sooo good. He licked me all over that area and told me this is called rimming, but he concentrated on licking just my anus. My dick went so stiff it almost hurt. I won't soon forget that, it feels amazing. From licking around my anus he circled in till he was just teasing the very center of my butthole, nope sorry, my anus. Each flick of his tongue opened me up and his tongue went deeper and deeper in me. My penis was throbbing and jumping with every beat of my heart.
He let my legs lie over his shoulders and he crawled forward, his shoulders pushed my legs further up, raising my butt higher off the mattress. He got to his knees and a tube of lube like Cody's appeared in his hand, I watched as he put a dollop on his first two fingers and his hand disappeared between my legs.
I felt the cool touch of the lube on the exterior of my anus and both of his fingers entered my rectum, twisting and pushing their way in, stretching my anus, preparing me for his penetration. His fingers felt good, no pain what so ever. He moved up the bed a little, my body was almost folded in half, my anus felt like it was pointing straight up. His fingers now plunging deep into my rectum and he found my prostate and pressed on it. I watched a surge of pre-cum seep from my pee-slit and drip on to my chest, leaving a string of the gooey stuff between both places.
He pulled his fingers out and slipped his penis in me. It was slick too; I didn't even see him do that. He slowly sank his dick into my rectum till I felt his scrotum press against my buns, or buttocks if you prefer. Those are the feelings I was receiving. What I saw was Allen hovering over me his calm eyes and gentle smile looking down at me. At that moment I felt a love I've never known before, not even from my mom and she loves me with all her heart. He was looking into my very soul and pulling his dick out of my body.
I panicked thinking that he was done, but just as I felt his corona start to force my anus open from the inside, he reversed direction and slid back in me. It felt like he was going for my belly button, instead he hit my prostate straight on, then slid past it traveling further into my behind. Jolts of electricity made my dick jump and wiggle in my face. I could almost lick it, if my dick was only a couple inches longer. More pre-cum drooled from my pee-slit, I caught this drop with my tongue, my pre-cum tastes sweet.
He hit his pelvic area against my butt and again started pulling out, but now I knew he wasn't going all the way. Sure enough, he was soon plunging back in, filling me up. I could feel the love in the room, he never took his eyes off mine, even when I closed my eyes, he would still be looking into mine when I reopened them again.
Then he leaned forward, brought his lips to mine, and kissed me. He chewed on my upper lip, leaving his lower lip for me and I nibbled on him. His tongue worked between my lips and into my mouth and left me room to do the same to him. This is what a kiss is, not just a peck on the cheek, but full on the lips and swapping spit with our tongues kiss. This is a kiss of love, not that a parent's simple kiss doesn't convey their love, but this is different. Cody and I have been kissing like this during our sex at night, but this was a man kissing me. I haven't done this with Dylan. Haven't done the rimming either. That's going to change.
His penis plowed into that secret place inside my rectum and my cum exploded out the end of my penis hitting me in the face. I opened my mouth and two pulses of semen shot straight to my tongue allowing me to taste my semen straight from the source. It was not as sweet as Dylan's or Cody's was, but not nearly as strong as my Dad's.
Allen did not stop; he continued his current rhythm of entering and exiting my rectum. My penis did not wilt as it usually does after such an intense orgasm such as the one I just had. My legs slipped from his shoulders and I wrapped them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he made love to me. I could think of nothing more beautiful than this, what we were doing, his dick sliding in and out of my anus. Nothing in the whole world.
He was alternating the direction of his inward thrusts, every other time it was a straight shot in and back out. Alternate times he aimed for my prostate, his glans slamming into it then sliding on past, on the out bound trip it felt like his whole dick scrapped over it. I wanted this, I wanted to have another massive orgasm, yet I didn't want this to end.
I want Daddy to make love to me all night. But alas, it was not to be, I felt my balls draw up tight against the base of my dick, signaling an imminent orgasm. I think Allen felt it too. He thrust his penis hard up into my bottom and held himself deeply inside me. My balls churned and the fire in me boiled my semen up through my urethra forcing another series of blasts towards my face. "OH DADDY!" I exclaimed, and I could feel the heat of his semen as it released deep inside me, and my anal sphincters clenching tightly around his mighty pole up inside me. We released our loads and it was over.
I couldn't breathe. My body ready to collapse. No semen found my mouth this last time; it was all trapped between us. I kissed Daddy again and pushed the tip of my tongue between his lips, and he sucked on it.
Allen returned to his knees sitting on his heels. My butt was resting against his thighs, his penis still deep inside me.
This is love. I thought to myself, to this point I've only been fucking my brother, but never again. From now on, I will make love to him. Luke and his other friends, I can still fuck. But now I WILL make love to Dylan. Ok, maybe occasionally I'll fuck him, but only if he and I are both extra horny and we only have five minutes.
Allen slowly pulled his soft penis from my anus; the last of it slithered out on its own.
Allen laid next to me with his hand on my chest. I felt so at peace at this moment, I could easily fall asleep. But I forced myself to stay awake. I had another reason for being here. I need to learn how to fit my dad's penis in my throat.
No one said anything for several minutes as our heartrates and our breathing returned to normal. I turned my face to Allen, "Thank you."
Finally, after lying there several minutes, Keona asked if I was ready to learn deep throating. I nodded and rolled his direction.
Learning to Deep Throat
"First of all, you need to learn to breathe through your nose when your mouth is open; your natural instinct is to breathe through your open mouth. Try it. Start with your mouth closed."
I did, and as soon as I opened my mouth, my breathing went to my mouth, just as he said it would. I had to think about breathing through my nose.
"Now lie on your back, open your mouth, and breathe through your nose. I shifted my position and did what he said. "Now you want your tongue out of the way, so push it up against your teeth. I nodded when I was ready. He dangled the hot dog over my open mouth and lowered it in. "Concentrate on relaxing your throat muscles." He tickled the back of my throat with the hot dog. I instinctively clenched those muscles. "That's ok relax and we'll try again." We tried it over and over till I wasn't clenching and I could feel the hot dog sliding past the curvature of my throat. "Just let it in. . . That's excellent. Much quicker than any other boy I've taught."
I took the hot dog from him and sat up on the bed. I put the dog in my mouth and slid it backwards. I coughed once and tried again. The dog made it around the curve and even further. I pushed it in as far as my fingers would let me, and then pulled it back out. To test myself I did it again, except this time, I made the hot dog fuck my throat, in and out, several times. The key was the relaxing the throat.
"I need to try a penis. Which of you is bigger?"
Allen pointed at Keona, and Keona pointed at Allen.
"You're not helping." I complained. "Keona, since you taught me, can I try it with you?"
"My God, I was hoping you'd ask." One of the reasons I asked him, was that he was already hard, and Allen was still soft from our lovemaking.
"When I do it to my dad, he'll be on his back and I'll be standing beside his bed."
"Then that is the way you shall practice," he replied.
Their bed is a different height than dad's hospital bed, so I settled for sitting on a chair next to the bed and leaning over, it was very close to the height in Dad's room.
"Dad puts his hand behind my head and kinda pulls me in, can you do that too?"
"I shall do my best. You tell me when." Keona replied.
I started like the other times with my hand around the base of his dick, and took his glans in my mouth. I remembered the things Dad told me to do to him, like circling my tongue around his glans. Keona told me a couple other things I could try, sticking the tip of my tongue in his pee slit, flicking my tongue across the spot under his penis where his corona meets the shaft, he called the frenulum. That struck me as very funny. How could I use that word, as the word of the day?
All these things I practiced on Keona and every once in a while I would relax my throat, move my hand out of the way, and take him in deep, my lips stuck in his pubic hair, my nose in the crease between his thigh and his groin. I would quickly back off, but at least I wasn't coughing or gaging, and he is bigger than the hot dog.
Finally, I had to do it. I needed to be able to hold that position for as long as my dad would take to pump his cum into me. I pulled off his dick and said, "I'm going for it this time." I plunged back down. I bobbed on him a couple times, and relaxed. I was nose breathing, and took him deep again.
I felt Keona's hand pulling me down, my lips were tight against the base of his penis and my nose in that crease again, the underside being tickled by his hair, and I breathed through my nose making his hair tickle me even more. I stayed down on him; I was doing it!
"Try to swallow Tyler," Keona told me.
Swallow? Really? I tried but his dick was too thick.
"Almost Tyler, try again, you almost had it," Keona said to encourage me. I felt Keona's tighten his grip on my head. And again, I tried to swallow, this time I could feel my tongue conforming to the shape in my throat and I completed the swallow.
"Oh shit Tyler, I'm gonna cum. Pull off!" Keona warned.
No way was I bailing out now; unable to answer I gave him the thumbs up signal. I pressed harder into him driving him maybe a quarter of an inch deeper.
"I'm cumming Tyler. . . Here it cums. . ."
"I felt Keona's penis expand slightly and then it jerked, I didn't taste anything, but I could feel something sliding down the lowest part of my throat. He tried to thrust his hips up to get deeper in my throat, he jerked again, and again, and again, and again, then his hips relaxed back onto the mattress signaling the end of his orgasm. But still I stayed pressing my lips into his base. Now it was to see how long I could go.
"You can let go now Tyler," Keona told me.
"I nodded my reply staying in place."
"My glans is getting sensitive, I need you to let go."
I know how that sensitive thing can hurt after an orgasm; I've been there, had that, so I slowly pushed away from him, physically pulling him out of my throat. I crawled over Keona and laid on my back between him and Cody who was now next to Allen.
I rolled over facing Keona, pulled our faces together, and kissed him as Allen had just taught me, tongue and all. "Thank you Daddy."
"You did that amazing well, you're a natural."
"So I'm a natural cocksucker?"
"I wasn't going to say that, but you seem to have a natural ability to relax your throat."
"So I'm a natural cocksucker?"
"Ok, you're a natural cocksucker," he said smiling.
I rolled back, "I need to try that a couple more time before Saturday."
"I think you boys need to go to bed, you have school tomorrow," Keona reminded us. Cody and I reluctantly climbed over Allen and went back to our room.
Friday after school, my mom was still at the hospital maybe, I can't keep track of her. But it gave me a chance to practice my new skill. I caught up with Allen in his office, and got under his desk. He let me deep throat his dick while sitting behind his desk. It was a completely successful second attempt. Walking back in the game room, I ran across Jesse, the oldest resident foster boy who's seventeen. He's straight and has the biggest dick in the home, but he still let me deep throat his dick while he laid on a couch in the great room; I even had a small audience. That night Keona stopped by our room to say good night and he let me deep throat his dick one last time, and he even did a little throat fucking so I could feel what that was like. I was ready for Saturday.
Dad Meets Cody – April 1
The next day, Saturday, Cody went to the hospital with us.
"So this is the famous Cody. Hello son, it's nice to meet you."
"Hello Mr. Hobbs, it's nice to meet you too."
"I understand you've been taking care of my son for the past few weeks."
"I don't know about taking care of him, but he's been staying in my room."
"Well, his mother tells me you've taught him a lot."
"Can I show him your legs dad?"
"Yeah, but you know what else is down there."
"I'll leave you boys alone to talk," Mom said leaving the room.
"Yeah, Dad, I know. He knows too, he's a naturist, he's seen tons of men nude."
"You have, have you?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, I've been going to Sun Ranch for a couple of years."
All during this conversation, I was pulling down his sheet and raising his gown, maybe a little higher than I needed to. His legs were on full display and his dick was at full staff. I hadn't been here for five days and dad needed to get off.
Deep Throating My Dad
"I have a surprise for you today."
"Oh, what's that?"
"I can't tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise!"
Cody and Dylan knew this was all me today, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch. "You've got an audience today son."
"Yeah, who do you think taught me how to suck a dick?"
"Oh, really?"
I grabbed his shaft like always and stroked it a few times. Pre-cum oozed out the tip and my thumb spread it over his glans. I leaned in with my mouth wide open and engulfed his glans.
Dad's hand moved to the back on my neck, the pressure increased bringing down to where my hand always stops me. Dad let out a long moan. I used my tongue to circle around his glans; I pulled off and licked his shaft, then stuck the tip of my tongue in his pee slit. That move got me another groan, an "Oh shit, and a hip thrust." I kissed the top of his penis and ran my tongue down his glans to his frenulum, and flicked my tongue across it several time. To get some more pre-cum on his glans, I pulled my hand up his shaft squeezing another blob out the top I swirled it around with my tongue, Dad's pre-cum is sweet too, a lot better than his semen.
I plunged back down, hitting the back of my throat with Dad's penis. Dad's hand again putting pressure on my head, but my hand was still blocking me from going any deeper. With my lips firmly around his shaft, I bobbed up and down bringing him closer.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dylan. His hand was inside his pants stroking his little dick. I glanced up at Cody; he was doing the same thing.
I caught the first sign of Dad's impending orgasm; I relaxed the muscles in my throat and moved my tongue forward. My hand moved out of the way and his pre-cum lubed penis slid past the back of my throat and into my throat, my lips dropped into his pubic hair, my nose into his thigh crease. I breathed through my nose.
"Oh, fuck!" my father exclaimed.
I felt his hand move away from my head and run down my chest to my groin, he grabbed my stiff pole through my pants and roughly masturbated me.
I swallowed once with dad's dick in there. "Oh Jesus Christ son, I'm cumming." His dick jerked in my mouth, I could feel something deep in my throat, he was shooting it directly into my stomach. My dick exploded in my underwear from what his hand was doing to me.
I stayed down on him, too tired to pull off. My breathing through my nose was ragged. Dylan and Cody had orgasmed too; they were both sucking in oxygen.
Dad's hand was again at the back of my head. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up, pulling his dick from his throat. I let it fall from my mouth.
It was Cody's turn, and he swooped in to finish the cleanup. He ran his fingers up my Dad's urethra squeezing out the residual semen. As it oozed out the pee-slit, he put his lips over the top and suctioned it away. "You're right, kinda bitter, must be the hospital food," Cody said critiquing Dad's cum.
Cody then pulled Dad's gown back down; Dylan was sitting on the sheet that had been pulled back looking down at his lap with a surprised look on his face.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Dad demanded. I pointed at Cody. This was a lie that Cody and I agreed to keep forever and ever; we even cleared it with Allen and Keona. I didn't want my Dad to know I went to another man to learn how to pleasure him. I wasn't sure of what his reaction might be.
"Did all three of you just cum in your pants?"
Cody was embarrassed by his admission. Dylan was excited, "I squirted!" he exclaimed, "First time ever, LOOK!" while he fumbled with his pants, Dad looked at me.
"You know I did, you made me!"
Dylan got his pants open and folded his undies over so we could see the small whitish deposit on the blue cotton.
"Gimme your undies Dylan, Dad demanded.
While Dylan was taking his pants off, Dad told me, "Look in that drawer, I think there's a plastic bag in it. You can all put your underpants in it and stick it in Mom's purse.
Dylan handed over his undies and Dad held the wet spot up to his nose, and then licked the jizz away. "Oh man, my Son's first cum."
I found the bag and laid it on the bed. Cody and I joined Dylan, taking our shorts off, then removed our gooey underwear, and used the dry side to wipe up the remaining mess. Dad's nurse just happened to select that moment to walk in the room. She stopped dead in her tracks seeing three boys naked from the waist down. She shook her head and came in anyway.
"Did you get your Dad off again?" she asked. None of us kids wanted to answer, and Dad said, "Deep throated me."
"My god Dad, you're a traitor! I can't believe you gave us up like that."
"So why are you all stripped off?" she asked.
"They squirted in their undies," Dad rather gleefully told her.
"You guys," . . . she said shaking her head. "Just so you know, since you started getting your dad off, his blood pressure is down 12%. He's doing much better. Keep up the good work."
Seeing the nurse go in the room, Mom thought it was safe to come in too. We were still standing there in just our t-shirts. "Oh, hey mom, could you put this in your purse?" I asked holding up the bag.
"Yeah, sure. What's in there?" she asked.
"It's their underwear, Honey, they squirted in their pants, all three of them!" Dad explained, having way too much fun at our expense. But it was good to see Dad's improved attitude.
With our underwear taken care of, we put our shorts back on and continued our visit. Strange, we were just caught with no pants by two women and it didn't bother any of us.
From that day on, Cody would come with us whenever Dylan and I came to visit Dad. Each time, the three of us shared getting him off, I was usually the one who made sure there was no evidence, but Cody could do it too. It was just easier for me.
I thanked Keona and Allen for teaching me to deep throat when we got home, and told them Dad believed me that Cody had taught me.
We only visited Dad two times the following week. April 8 was our first Troop campout with the scouts. Allen had taken us to get uniforms and camping equipment. On that Wednesday, I did the throat fucking to make him cum. It did make my throat a little sore.
Dad Gets Released – April 12
The hospital started talking about the possibility of releasing my Dad. His doctors would only allowed it, as long as he agreed to stay with his current surgical and treatment team in Waco and not return to San Antonio. He would be seen as an outpatient almost on a daily basis.
That `deal' sounded very suspicious to my skeptical Dad. It sounded very much like they were trying to keep him and his insurance to themselves. Dad checked with his primary care doctor. He backed up what his current doctors had told him. Stay the course with the treatment and the current team for the best possible outcome. His insurance would cover everything, including leasing a handicapped enabled van for the daily transportation and reimbursement for the additional living expenses.
Allen and Mom, talked him out of renting a place near the hospital, instead Mom and Dad would stay at the Boys' Home in Mark and Brian's old bedroom, and Dylan and I could stay with our new friends and stay at our new school.
The hospital released Dad on April 12, six weeks and five days after the accident. He was far from healed, but he was better. He had extensive physical therapy and the possibility of additional surgeries in his future. He still could not walk the day he was released.
April 21-23, was my second trip to Sun Ranch, but Dad didn't think he was ready for all the dirt roads, too difficult to traverse the bumpy areas, so mom stayed home with him. When we got home, Dad confided to me that he and Mom were again having sexual intercourse.
As the weather warmed, more Scouts started hanging around the house on Saturdays and Sundays, or after school to swim in the pool.
Dad had a physical therapist that came to the house seven days a week, never giving him a day off. They soon had him up and walking using a walker like an old man. He pretended not to like it when I called him that. "Watch out, coming through, old man walking. Clear the hall!" He'd smile at me.
The Lawsuit
The driver of the Jeep Wagoneer was a company executive of a technology company in the top 200 of the Fortune 500 list from Dallas. He was returning home from a company business trip, in a company provided car. Lawsuits against him and his company were filed, and a judge combined them since it's the same insurance. It didn't matter that the driver had died; he was still at fault for the accident.
Dad's medical insurance joined the suit to recoup the accident related medical costs. The company's insurance made a lowball offer and Allen brought some nationally known litigation lawyer and that immediately had them more willing to settle. The number they are throwing around right now is in the $13 to $15 million range, and they're still `negotiating'. The lawyers will share 25%, but still. . .
Dad's making sure the Home is part of the settlement he want $1000 a day for them for taking care of us and for the disruption of their operations.
I Fall in Love with Cody
The first week of May, dad had two more surgeries, one on each leg. They were on two consecutive days and they kept him for four days after before he could come home again.
May 12-14 was our second Troop campout with the scouts. We had another great time but again had to wear clothes. I'm looking forward to Summer Camp at Sun Ranch with the troop.
Sun Ranch May 26-29
May 26-29, Memorial Day weekend was our next Sun Ranch weekend. Allen tried to get Mom and Dad to go with us. Dad was now fully integrated in the naturist lifestyle, hobbling around the home on his walker with his dick hanging out just like everyone else. We've been staying there thirteen weeks now. Dad was subconscious about his `ugly fuckin' scars more so than he was about his dick. I flipped out at him when he said he didn't want to go. I called him `chicken' and `selfish' and a bunch of other names I can't even remember. Of course, I regretted saying it as soon as I did it. But it worked; he agreed to go.
I thought it was strange as we prepared to leave, that there were no other guests going with us. I thought that at least some of the scouts would go like usual. Allen said it wasn't unusual with summer camp coming up in two weeks.
But Allen had a surprise for us when we got there. Ray, Ronnie and Reggie Tilden; Carl, Pat, Travis, and Luke Crane; and the other four families that had gone to the Mexico clothing-optional resort were all there at the house when we arrived. Mom and Dad were overcome. I was so happy to see Travis and Luke. Luke was happy to see me too, his little dick was so hard, and standing up so nice, that I sucked his dick right there on the porch even before we got inside. We were the largest group ever in the Sun Ranch house, 39 of us. Seventeen adults and 22 kids.
There were only 32 beds, but plenty of sleeping bags and extra pillows. Adults filled the beds downstairs and in two of the upstairs bedrooms. Mom and Dad got the small suite on the first floor and shared it with Carl and Pat. Allen and Keona shared their room with Malea and Mai. Everyone else was upstairs in two of the bedrooms. That left two bedrooms with beds for twelve for us 22 kids. We put Ronnie and Reggie in their Dad's room on an upper single and by adding an extra person to every bed in the kid's rooms; we managed to keep everyone off the floor.
We had an awesome weekend, Cody, me, and Dylan hung out with my Dad a lot, driving him around in the golf cart. At miniature golf, we couldn't take the cart so we pushed his wheel chair around. He used his walker most of the time and rested in the chair.
The camp was packed too, the holiday weekend brought out the members. There were almost 400 in camp.
The adults made us shut our bedroom door, something we don't do in the home. They said they couldn't sleep with all the noise we were making.
One of the San Antonio boys, Jeremy, who was 11, was one of the cherries I had planned to pop in Oklahoma, but never got the chance. While we were together in Waco for the whole week while his parents played naked on the beaches of the Mexican resort, the opportunity for me to pluck that cherry just never materialized. Actually, I was simply too busy with Cody and Dylan. While in the home, Jeremy was hosted by a young boy who was only 10, who had no interested in sex, his other two roommates were 9-year-old girls, so Jeremy is still a virgin.
Now, Jeremy and I are in the same bedroom of Allen's house in the nudist resort. In the 2½ months since Travis went home, he hasn't touched Jeremy, reserving his cherry for me, even though he had ample opportunities to take it for himself. As Travis explained to me later, a couple of times he had Jeremy bent over and was ready to plow his fine ass, but a wave of guilt stopped him each time.
Now here was Travis presenting a naked Jeremy. "Hi Jeremy, what would you like to do?" I asked the young boy.
In a tiny voice, more suited for a toddler, Jeremy stammered saying, "Well, I want . . ." and he faded off into unintelligible words.
"I'm sorry Jeremy, I couldn't understand you. What do you want?"
A little frustrated, he more forcefully told me, "I want you to take my cherry!"
"Do you know how that happens?" My time at the home not only taught me that everyone needs to ask for what they want, but to be specific about what was to happen.
"Yes, I watched you last year when you took Luke's cherry."
"So you want me to put my penis in your butt?"
He stood there nodding at me.
"You know that may hurt some?"
"Yeah, Luke told me that it hurts at first, but turns into the best feeling ever."
I took Jeremy's hand and led him over to the pile of sleeping bags in the corner. With Cody's help, we made a passible doublewide mattress out of four unzipped bags, and I had Jeremy lay down. What a beautiful kid, his hard little dick sticking up, actually quivering in anticipation. I had one of the home's tubes of strawberry lubricant, and laid between Jeremy's already raised legs. He knew the drill, just never was a participant.
I pushed a little of the gooey substance in his hole just to help ease the way for what I planned to do next with my tongue. Jeremy was already squirming just with my finger a ½" up his butt. I moved his little legs up over my shoulders and rolled him up a little so my tongue could reach him. I circled his little hole with the tip of my tongue and cute, innocent little Jeremy ley out a slow, "Oh fuck yeah." Ok, maybe he's not so innocent after all.
Cody and Travis joined us on the makeshift mattress, their lips already locked in battle. It was hot watching my two best friend tonguing each other's mouths. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to watch for long, I had a hot sex machine wrapped around my own tongue as I parted his anus with my rolled tongue. I wish I was like Gene Simmons of Kiss. I'd have my tongue tickling the kid's prostate up inside him. Jeremy had two handfuls of my hair, I just hope he doesn't pull any out when he climaxes.
I substituted my middle finger for my tongue and went after his prostate. I wanted Jeremy to beg to be fucked. It didn't take long and Jeremy was begging. "Fuck me Tyler, come on, I'm ready, stick your dick up my ass. I NEED you! He was ready, but his little hole was still tight. Time for plan `B'.
I pulled my finger out of him and grabbed the lube, slathering my cock liberally. I looked over at Travis and Cody. Cody was sliding in and out of Travis' butt and telling him about changing angles for maximum pleasure.
"Come on Jeremy, you're going to ride my cock like a cowboy." That got a big smile out of him as he stood up and I took his place on my back. "You're going to sit back down on top of my cock with it up against your butthole.
He positioned himself over me and squatted down, hovering just above my throbbing dick. I reached down and held it straight up. Jeremy lowered himself and I moved my dick through his crack searching for the entrance. We both felt it at the same time as his hole opened up a bit and the tip of my penis filled the small opening. If I blew a load this moment, it would still go in his rectum.
He went down on his knees and my dick was forced in maybe another ¼".
His hard little spike was sticking out perpendicular to his vertical body. He wiggled his butt on top of me trying to get more of me inside him.
I looked over at the two bunk beds. Every eye in the room was on the four of us. Most of the guys were beating their own spikes.
"Oh shit, I'm cumming," Cody proclaimed to Travis who already had a load of his cum on his chest from Cody's pursuit of his prostate. Cody grunted with the delivery of each spurt of his cum into Travis' rectum.
"Gimme that dick, Jeremy." I commanded as I began masturbating his still immature penis. I could feel more pressure on my dick as Jeremy's hips relaxed, but I didn't detect any deeper penetration. Getting him back to the point of an imminent climax was easy and his weight on me increase until little was left on his knees. His head was thrown back and his mouth hung open. I could only assume his eyes were closed, I know mine would be if I were in his place.
"Oh fuuuccckkk," he exclaimed as I felt the first wave of his drygasm hit. His anus contracted on my glans that was barely in him. I stopped beating his dick and reached around for his buns right where crease of his legs start. I felt his hole relax between the pulses of his drygasm and I pulled out on both buns stretching his hole open. I pulled down slightly on his butt. His hole admitted my dick and his body slid down my shaft, bottoming out on my pelvis. "Oh my! That feels good," was all he said. He didn't appear to be in any pain.
He fell forward, landing on my chest, and I could feel the rest of his climax as his anus clenched around my dick a few more times.
With his body no longer blocking the view, I noticed two of the home's 12-year-old boys had moved by my feet and had an extreme close up of when my penis entered Jeremy's bottom. Both of them were beating their prongs. I wasn't sure if those would produce anything.
With Plan `B' a success, I needed to roll him over to get him under me. The cowboy position is fun and all, but it wasn't the position I wanted for his first time. I held him tightly to my chest, wiggled to the edge of our mattress, and rolled us over together. With Jeremy beneath me, I got to my knees and moved his legs to my chest.
There was more motion on the mattress as Tyler and Cody traded places. I looked just in time to see Tyler's dick disappear in Cody's ass. "Try aiming for my prostate," Cody was telling him.
I slowly pulled my hips back sliding my dick out of Jeremy's ass. "No, don't leave me!" he cried.
"I not leaving," I said just as I pumped back into him. I pushed his legs further up, raising his butt a little higher. As I had been taught, I made love to Jeremy; I wanted him to remember this moment forever. I used long, slow strokes that brushed his joy buzzer each time I thrust up in him.
"Oh fuuuccckkk," he said again as I felt his sphincter clamp around my invading penis several more times. Apparently, `oh fuck', in Jeremy speak, means, I'm having an orgasm.
I continued thrusting and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth half-open, soft sounds escaped from his throat, "uhh, uhh, uhh," each matching my thrusts into him.
More sounds were coming from beside us, Travis let out a long moan as he creamed Cody's behind. Watching Cody's loose dick bob and bounce as he was fucked by Travis sent me over the edge finally. "Jeremy, I'm cumming," I whispered to him as I trying to crawl into his rectum. My load unleashed, and it was a big one. I hadn't cum since before breakfast and I think at least 6 blasts hit Jeremy's colon.
"Oh god, I can feel it!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Oh fuuuccckkk," he said again as he drygasmed for the third time. He wrapped his arms around me holding me tight.
I could feel spatters of something wet. The two boys with the close up view had crawled on their knees up beside us and were squirting their semen on my butt and back. I felt Jeremy's grip on me relax, I looked at his face only to see a very sated, happy expression. Jeremy had fallen asleep. As gently as I could I pulled my dick out of his ass. I decided right then, that I would never fuck another boy, I would have sex with him, or make love to him, but never just fuck him.
There was some quiet applause from an appreciative audience at culmination of Jeremy's deflowering.
17-year-old Jesse was in our room with us, and he came over to where Jeremy was now sleeping. He easily picked him up and carried him to his spot on a bed.
"Ok, now watch me." Cody told Travis.
Then Cody told me quietly as he wiped the cum off my back and butt, "Just go along with everything I'm about to do." He had me roll to my back. Cody proceeded to show Travis everything he had just explain to him, then did to him. See how I can control the angle of his butt, by moving his legs. The higher he is, the more direct the access is to his prostate. Cody pushed his dick in my butt, and made love to me, all the time keeping a running commentary with Travis.
With a little tender kissing and after both of us cummed again, mine splashing my stomach, he said, "See, now you try it." He pulled out and held my legs in place. Travis moved in behind me.
"Are you ok with this?" he asked, as he should have.
"I love you brother! Make love to me."
My hole was sloppy with Cody's cum and Travis slipped right in. He attacked my prostate making my pre-cum ooze out on my chest. When Cody pointed out how aroused I was he transitioned to the good old in-and-out using long, slow strokes. Everything about the new Travis felt good. He came well before I could and he finished me with his lips not allowing me to make a mess on my stomach.
Cody knew I would be able to do it, and after a while, I was ready to go again. It was my turn to make love to the boy I considered my brother.
There was no Wham-Bam for us tonight. It was long drawn-out love, with a lot of tongue and foreplay. After another rest period, I made love to my newest best friend and roommate, Cody. After that, we fell asleep; for the second time, I was still up his ass.
I've learned there's a difference between fucking, having sex, and making love. Cody and I just fucked each other for the first few weeks. But the longer we lived together, the more I loved him, and we both shared that sentiment. Our sex transitioned from fucking, to having sex, to making love.
With Cody, worst case now is we just have sex, and that's just when we're both horny as hell, and need to get off, or when we just do it for the fun of it. Most times, when we have sex, it is because we love each other.
June 8 I graduated 8th grade from Isbell Junior High.
June 18-July 1, I got to go to Sun Ranch for Summer Camp with the troop. I earned my first six merit badges over the two-week session and I received recognition for completing all but the time requirement for the Tenderfoot Award at the Friday night campfire.
Goin' Home – July 6
We stayed at the Home till after the 4th of July party. Friday, July 6 we drove home in our old car, leaving the handicapped equipped van behind for the leasing company to pick up. We had been in McGregor nineteen weeks.
I think I cried all the way home, Dylan did too. Mom didn't say more than two words the whole three hours. Cody had been such an integral part of our lives, and now he was just gone.
In the house, I went to our room and took off my clothes. I miss Cody so much. I overheard my parents talking about me and how depressed I was. I ate with the family, and went through the motions when Dylan wanted me to have sex with him. Otherwise, I just moped around. Mom and Dad knew what was wrong they missed him too.
I could hear life going on around me and I chose not to participate. Dad asked me to mow the lawn, then told me to mow the lawn. I did, I went outside and mowed the fucking lawn, back and front. The neighbors complained to Dad. He talked to me about not being naked outside. I told him he was the one that made me go outside. "Please don't do that again." he implored, then left me alone.
July 21 - Sun Ranch, Please
After two weeks without ever getting dressed, much less leaving the house, I pleaded for a trip to Sun Ranch where Cody would be this weekend. They said we couldn't go.
July 28 - Put on Some Clothes
A week later, Mom and Dad ordered me to get into some clothes. They made me go with them to the bus station.
I couldn't have cared less, I just wanted to stay home, sit in my room, and play video games. In the games, I could lose myself and stop feeling bad.
I sat on the bench with my arms crossed staring at the floor; I didn't want to be here. Then there was a familiar voice. "Aren't you at least a little happy to see me?"
I looked up and saw Cody standing ten feet away. "I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on," he said.
I bolted from my seat and nearly knocked Cody to the ground. I held him tightly or he would have fallen over. We stood in the middle of the bus station crying and hugging like brothers that had been separated for years.
Mom and Dad had arranged for Cody to come down for a weeklong visit. Nobody told me.
All was right in the world again. I was smiling again, and so was Mom and Dad and Dylan. We went out for lunch, at a sit-down restaurant, before heading home.
We made another diversion after lunch and ended up in the fancy neighborhood of San Antonio. A man in a gold sports jacket met us in front of a giant house. He took us inside and gave us a tour. Just inside the front door was a fountain of all things! I wasn't sure why we were there. It was a nice house, six bedrooms, eight baths, home theater, and a game room, a home gym. Living room, dining room, kitchen, and family room were all one huge great room, it made me home sick for The Boys' Home, but we had Cody with us, so I didn't care. Mom explained that she had seen it in the Home Magazine in the San Antonio Sunday newspaper, and she always wanted to tour a house like it. So we were fulfilling one of her fantasies.
Out back were a basketball court, tennis court, swimming pool, Jacuzzi, and a pool house. The sides of the yard were lined with 50-foot tall Italian Cypress trees. The rear of the lot was wooded and was 200 yards away. "Hey look son, you could mow the lawn naked, and no one would see you." It was a Dad joke, but well intentioned and it did make me smile; now that Cody was here.
I picked up a flyer advertising the house, the listing price was $899,000. After thanking the agent for the tour, we headed home. At that price, it was indeed a fantasy.
The week flew by and my time with Cody was about to end. He was going to return to McGregor tomorrow. We'd had a great time. We sucked each other's dicks – including Dylan's, but more than that, we made love every day. We did stuff around the house, spent a night with Travis and Luke, then they spent a night with us, each night was a five-boy orgy. We took a couple trips up to San Antonio and tonight Dad took us all out for a fancy dinner. Not only did we have to get dressed, we had to dress up!
We had a great dinner with $16 salads, $50 steaks, and $8 green beans; I'd never seen my Dad treat us to such an expensive meal. Dad even ordered a $110 bottle of Cabernet for him and Mom. During desert, Dad casually asked, "Well Cody, what do you think? Would you still like for it to happen?"
I was confused. I didn't understand the question.
All Cody said was, "Yes sir, I definitely would."
Now I was really confused, Cody understood, and I still didn't. Mom picked up her purse, pulled out her cell phone and right in the middle of dinner, IN A RESTAURANT, broke one of our family rules of no phones at the table.
She pressed a speed dial number. "Hi, this is Donna & Terry Hobbs. Is it still available? . . . . Fine, submit our offer.
"They will? That's good to know. Thank you.
"He says the offer will be accepted, he already ran it by the seller's agent."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"We're buying a new house," she replied. "Escrow should close in a month."
"What house?"
"The one we looked at. You did like it didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did. What's going on here?"
"Son," Dad said, "Cody just agreed to go ahead with his adoption, so we're gonna need a bigger house."
"We can afford that house?"
"Yup, the lawyers reached a final settlement on the accident and the judge approved it last week. Our portion of the settlement, $18,515,322.18 was transferred to our account yesterday. Mr. and Mrs. Crane received $3 million. The Boys' Home received $133,000 for the 133 days we stayed with them. My medical insurer was reimbursed for all the expenses they covered on my behalf, and several lawyers got very nice paydays," Dad told us.
"Wait, did you just said Cody agreed to be adopted?"
"Yeah." He said trying to act cool.
"By you?"
"By us."
"Cody, you're gonna be my brother!"
Cody didn't leave the next day after all. It took a few months for all the legal stuff to happen. A month later, we moved into the new San Antonio house. Mom went on shopping sprees decorating and Cody and I transferred to new schools and a scout troop not far from our new house. We spend one weekend a month with Travis and Luke either at their house or our new one, usually our new one.
One day Mom and Dad kept us home from our new school and made us put on our new suits with ties and shiny shoes. We went downtown to the courthouse where Allen and Keona and all the guys from It's A Boys' Life Home met us. There was even one new kid with them, a replacement filling Cody's old spot. Everyone was skipping school today. This was Cody's final adoption hearing and we walked out with a new family member, Cody Jeffrey Hobbs.
Cody chose the middle name Jeffrey to honor the man who ran the It's A Boys' Life Foundation and rescued him from the streets of Waco.
And we lived happily ever after.
********** The End **********
Van, driver side:
Terry Hobbs & wife Donna
Van, passenger side:
Carl Crane & wife Pat (Patricia)
Bus drivers:
Driver Mel Haines, deceased
Raymond Tilden, Mel's son-in-law
The church children
Tyler Hobbs 14 and Dylan Hobbs 12
Travis Crane 14 and Luke Crane 12
Ronnie and Reggie Tilden twins 8
Jeremy 11 one Tyler's targets
Martin 12 Pastor David's son
The Foster Home
Allen Jeffries CEO and Founder of It's A Boys' Lift Foundation
Keona Jeffries Allen's partner (life and business), teacher for the home
Malea and Mai the women of the Home, cooks.
Cody almost 13 hosted Tyler and Dylan
Jason 12 took over hosting Dylan
Jesse 17 oldest resident with largest penis